Firefly Glen What's in your head

Jade eyes glanced behind the wolf, a plant half bitten, and now discarded a few feet away. She rose a brow at this bright-colored wolf, who seemed to be shaking, and in a terror of her own. Momentarily did she think; was this what they called a drug addict?

Was this, the type of wolves Firefly Glen was gathering? Desdemona did not wish to think so, but the first wolf she came across that was not an Ostrega, and someone seemingly so out of it, she had to ask, "You okay, miss?" Though she dare not step closer.