Firefly Glen because you feel like a heartbeat

She admits her newness to the area and he smiles. "I've only been to the south end of Great Bear and I've been here months. I want to explore Though...I'm sure there's so much beauty around. Would... would you be willing to travel with me someday?"  he asked, somewhat eagerly. It wouldn't be any time soon, of course, perhaps next year, but the thought made him smile. 
His flirting makes her nervous and a new surge of protectiveness rises. Had the Fae really never been treated kindly? Courted properly? He wanted to charm her, to show her how good it could be. 
Finally she gives a tentative reply and he grins. "That's ok, gorgeous. You can use your wiles on me whenever you like. It's certainly a welcome-and unexpected- change of pace. Ive only ever been with one other female and I wouldn't call it a relationship. I thought I would only favor males. I'm kinda confused now." 

And there her question, spoken softly and sadly. It seemed she came with her own pain, and he wanted to consume it, to banish it, to make her never hurt or cry again. 
"Because your race doesn't matter. Any wolf who says it does is an idiot and superstitious. Stories be damned. Hell of the stories are true we are both Wolfbane's kin, so...fuck it." He shrugged. "Because scars mean you have a story. Scars mean you survived. Scars mean you won every battle and are stronger than who tried to kill you. And your past...I want to know it." 

He wanted to share his with her too.