Firefly Glen A Little Bit Alexis

There was a hawkish look to her features, and a glint in her mismatched eyes that proclaimed that this girl had spunk. When she spoke, it was with conviction, and loudly, though Bronco didn't mind. She didn't seem to be hostile or threatening- but he'd met wolves before who used their wild antics and outspoken opinions as plumage; generally, beneath all the layers of haberdashery was a wolf who was essentially harmless, so long as no one said something that might act as a match, and ignite something much more dangerous than your routine foreworks show. 

She was fiery, and had apparently quite enjoyed frightening the deer, chasing them off into the dark. Now, it seemed, she still had some pent-up energy left and he was the only one standing there in the glen, a solemn stone facing an oncoming whirlwind. He wasn't given much of an opportuntiy to speak- but he assumed she wasn't the sort who would tolerate being interrupted, anyway. So he smiled- but was surprised when she drew closer, bringing her dark, quivering nose closer to his- to take a sniff. Good-naturedly, he reached out to do the same, and thought he felt a little jolt of static leap between them. 

He was amused by her abrupt conclusion about him being a part of Moonspear, and he shot back with "And you reek of loneliness," He said, wondering how she might react to a shot like that being fired. "But no, this isn't my land" He said, tone mimicing the sporano she'd used, "And I don't usually chase away things that I figure are harmless." He was playful, but not without an edge- hoping he might catch another glimpse of her firecracker attitude without having her blow up completely in his face.