Firefly Glen Or need an escape just because

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He chuckled and nodded, though he flinched and moved back as Fennec shook her pelt out. Briefly, he was reminded of the mica dust in the den in the mountain- and how much he missed having shiny dust in his fur to make him stand out a bit...But that just meant he might have to take a trip back sometime soon, and take a good dustbath to re-up his shimmery level, which had practically faded all away. While Fennec managed not to sneeze, Bronco didn't fare as well, and he wrinkled his nose a moment before sneezing three times in rapid succession. ”Buh, 'scuse me” He said, with a small laugh, before he chuffed to clear his throat.

Her question merited a surprised response from Bronco, who had never really stopped to consider what a soul might look like, or how big it might be. “Probably depends on the wolf,” He said. “Like...The meaner the wolf the smaller the soul, right?” He asked, glancing past her toward the den she'd begun to dug. “You won't have aaaany chance of stuffing my firstborn child's soul in there, let alone mine. I expect a full suite for just my soul alone,” He joked. He noticed how she stretched and rolled her shoulders. “Want me to give your neck a rub?” He volunteered kindly.