Firefly Glen raindrops on my window sill

ying heard the teasing undertones and decided to retort. i bet that i track a meal before you. they could turn this into a game, wherein they both went on their own seperate hunts. if things went as planned, it meant double the meat; a potential wager?

the stranger had turned his attention away. in an effort to earn it back, ying hopped forward and nipped at whatever piece of him was available. it can be fun, but only if you play.