Firefly Glen Light Up the Night

Riley got his answer, but not in the direct manner he had become accustomed to. With Laurel, things were always black and white. He was finding the rest of the world came in many confusing shades.

He resignedly rose to his feet. It was not his nature to be trusting, and he did not like the idea of a spar with a wolf he did not know. "How can I trust you?" Riley countered, his stout limbs tense as he studied the leviathan that, despite his own sturdy constitution, thoroughly dwarfed him. "It might be a trap." He surmised this was a wolf unused to not getting his way -- either way, Riley was certain things would come to blows if Donovan wished.