Firefly Glen barefoot in the kitchen, sacred new beginnings

Pumpkin eyes swept over the wolf that lifted himself now, pushing up to a full height that towered over her own. Most did—her features petite and slim, but somehow it was more intimidating in this moment, and she found her muzzle lowering in more than apology now.

She grimaced slightly at his words—she was practically on his borders. She’d barely been away from Sol and Stjor’s company and already she had managed to stick her nose in trouble somewhere. Hopefully she wasn’t about to piss off someone they knew and held in high regard.

“I’m so sorry—I didn’t realize,” she breathed out, her eyes skimming over him to rest upon the ground. “I’m…” ‘Engi,’ her mind whispered—not to be mistaken with her oh so fragile heart. “Meadow,” she finished.