Firefly Glen Swift

Playful as ever, a charming young wolf. She was happy that life had not yet soured him. It tried so with Kyr, who had lost connection with some friends she had been close to, saddened by the loss of this and the trials the wolves of Neverwinter as a whole had gone through. But she, personally, hadn't had life too horrible as of yet. She too could still yet be playful. happy. 

He'd dance around her, bounding and dropping low and once more she lifted high, tail up, taking a few short fast steps into his direction when he snapped at the air, as though saying go for it, I dare you. Now Bronco, you wouldn't happen to be trying to make me a bad girl, are you? She teased back and when he fell into another bow she would lurch forth, bounding out and around his body, rubbing along it affectionately before ending with a mouthful of scruff, aiming to tug at him before dashing off to avoid retaliation.