Whitefish River I like the honey, not the honeybee

Oop, looks like I got skipped.

The man knew the silver woman and when he spoke her name, that clicked in Firefly's brain, though he was still fixated on the giant. What had brought this monstrosity of a wolf to Kaistleoki? He didn't have to voice the question - the man answered, requesting his daughter, which earned a slight tilt of Fly's head. He backed off a step or two and remained vigilant, ears slanting when Dawn called for Ira - and then Evergreen - as the action answered further unspoken questions. It seemed a guardian was not necessary at this point but Firefly chose to linger in silence, curiousity rooting him. Upon seeing Ira draw upon the gathering he boofed softly, remaining near.