Golden Glade It rips you to shreds.

The Firebirds? He couldn't decide if that was a bad ass name or a candy-ass one. The look on his face shifted to surprise but that melted soon after, a smirk playing across his features as he scoffed. Nothing for me out here but the open road, just the way I like it. Okay, he was playing it up a little bit, but Yute had never known the stability of a typical wolf pack and he wasn't about to narc on his crew, least of all Tortuga.

Been all over the place, seen some things. A shrug; the comment was a leading one, as he was always eager to boast about his various exploits, but he tried to downplay it. Life was life. This kid had probably lived in these parts all her life so maybe he'd come off as some mysterious stranger.