Firefly Glen raindrops on my window sill

the scent of another drifted in on a chilled breeze. the huntress blinked her eyes open, ears perking as she moved to stand. he showed no intention of stopping on his own.

ying cleared her throat and held a steady wag. mòshēng rén, she called, hunt with me? together, they could easily down something larger than a hare. it would provide them both with sustenance, a promise that she thought might attract him.