Firefly Glen (m) Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

Belharra sniggered at the ‘Queen’ and her reply. Delusional wasn’t putting a finger on it. As far as Belharra was concerned Hydra was welcome to be queen of her weird rock, and leave all the good folk in the midlands alone. 

It wasn’t surprising Mal didn’t like Belharra there, crashing his date and such. Without her though, Hydra would have lorded over them all and that was one thing Belharra didn’t care for - wolves too big for their britches. He would thank her later. 

Belharra hid a scoff in response to Mal’s reply. Nothin’ to argue, cap’n Her words sweet as honey. Anyone can see she’s outnumbered. As for the news of cannibals, Belharra flipped an ear. So what? Was that really why this wolf had decided to come to the Glen? Yeah, right. 

 Damn right Belharra was perceptive. Damn right she caught that 180 the black wolf went through, from being angry about a wolfs heat and presence on territory she thought she owned, to now pretending she cared about other people’s safety. Belharra gave a facetious smile to match the facetious concern on the outnumbered wolf’s face. Cut the shit, ye ain’t concerned about us anymore than you’re concerned about a raccoon’s arse in a wolverine den. Why don’t ye piss off? 

Fuse ignited, mic drop.