Firefly Glen we will walk together until it disappears

Even with the oppressive dark surrounding them, Scorpion could detect no aura of malice emanating from the steadily approaching interloper. The shadow moved in a manner that bespoke of his comfort in the knowledge that this was his dominion. They both knew that he would be the one with support at his back, should she need ejecting, and the wayward wraith was not one to argue this fact. If their roles had been reversed, she would have been just as fearless, just as forward, and radiating the same unwavering confidence.

She realized that she missed her packmates, her siblings, her family. And she hated how powerless she felt without them. It forced her to act more delicate than she was, or felt.

The cagey Eyjolfur continued to be wary, should the blue-eyed shade prove duplicitous, and she danced out of his reach two or three more times, before deciding to stand still long enough to allow him a proper sniff. She stood tensely as she offered him her side and hip to explore – careful to keep her face and throat well away from his untrustworthy teeth. Scorpion, she corrected him in a firm voice, keeping his sharp visage in the corner of her pale gaze.