Firefly Glen in nineteen hundred and nineteen ninety-nine

ying made to conceal something; of its nature, arcturus could not discern.

he watched her quizzically, but did not probe. once she had sat down nearby, he did the same. his tail thumped into the soil as he began to speak, a teasing note of cocky confidence to his words. "are you ready to show me if you're a better fighter than hunter? i thought given all that was going on, we could spar." he raised a brow, that smarmy confidence still insufferably present. "if you're not intimidated, i mean."