Firefly Glen i tried but i don't think so

Something fun, you say? She quipped back, thinking a moment before standing once more only to turn perpendicular to him and shake her self out. Mud, dirt, grime flew everywhere. Every. Where. And when she was done, she would only grin at the male, mischievous and playful. You mean getting stuck in the muds with me isn't fun? Weilding sarcasm as her temporary shield against the possible ire she would gain from him, Keres sat back again.

Mal. The name was pocketed, stored away as she responded readily. Keres. Hopefully you've found no more fools, I mean spies darkening your doorstep? She yet could not get over the fact that the enormously large, enormously cowardly wolf Nyra had been chosen as a spy.