Firefly Glen It gets so sticky down here

Leta was surprised for his reasoning behind being here, though felt lucky it was she rather than any other that had come across him. Likely more patient than the wolves that were now her people, too, Leta's feathers were not ruffled that he had come here to hunt, it being a favored place of the Moonspearians. Warmed by his kindness despite things not going his way this day, Leta's smile grew a bit as he concluded his speech. Having never been flirted with in her own life, it went over her head that this was what he was doing... to Leta, this man was simply exceptionally kind. Charmed, Leta was happy to meet a new friend. 

What he had lost in prey he would surely make up for in their newfound friendship, Leta's heart hoped. Oh, yes—it is now in the process of being claimed. You are speaking with your first Firefly Glen wolf, she explained, eyes sparkling, which is historic, maybe, as I imagine you might be the very first wolf to learn such news... I mean, you are the first I get to share this news with, after all, her tail waved, and she introduced: I am Leta. What's your name?