Firefly Glen don't call my name, don't call my name

Norah arched her eyebrows - was the stranger threatening her? Not that it scared her the least, not that it would be the first time in her life. But if there was a hidden threat in the words, that would be awfully rude to a person, who was almost willing to help, but for a certain price. 

"I've seen two that fit your description," she teased the lady with a bit more information. The dramatic pause that the nomad had decided to take was interrupted by the arrival and inquiry of a white she-wolf. Norah gave her a superficial side-glance, then turned back to the first and grinned. "That one is the third. You choose, which one interests you the most."