Firefly Glen come on chew on my heart

"Dang. Am I really that obvious?" she quipped with a knowing smile, and sunk into a playful bow when she drew closer to him, picking up his outer display of equally good nature. He was a homely looking fellow, nothing striking like Osiris, but she realized that was okay. He reminded her of the prairies, and maybe that was why. It was his ears, of all things. They were tall, and exotic, much like her mother's, and her own.

Her ears perked at his mention of food, less because she was hungry, and more because looking for anything always brought that potential for adventure. "Want some company? Hunting's much funner in pairs." Mischief danced in her eyes, even though there was nothing mischievous to any of her thoughts. Not any of the ones she had right now, at least.