Firefly Glen i'm wary.

What an odd name, suiting to the poetic man, "No. I am only a low-ranking wolf of the rulers, Hydra and Dirge." While technically she was of middle-ranked, the woman always counted herself as someone of a lower-status then all. What was given was an honor, but never did the Moonspearian let it go to her head.

She was to remain a bastard- through dust till' dawn.

"What do you need of Moonspear?" Though she didn't cut around the bush and got to the point, a man with floetic words always needed something.