Firefly Glen for what it’s worth

arcturus chuckled under his breath at ying's scoff - he liked that she had such a healthy dose of self-importance. it was a valuable trait, the ostrega believed -- after all, did he not come from a bloodline of extremely haughty and self-involved wolves?

a comfortable quiet slipped between them. between busying themselves with inspecting the path, and looping back and forth, there was not much need for more conversation. arcturus found himself patrolling with ying until sunset, in which he bitterly made his leave and headed back to the colder climes of the spear.