Firefly Glen so shave your face with some mace in the dark

The stark shadow invited him to her. A promise of family. Kin. He regarded her with open interest--perhaps even near disbelief. Was this not what he had sought for some time now? He had even tried to settle in Sedona, but the valleys he had been born to called to him.

And now he was presented with the familiarity of blood. In the darker corners of his mind, his thoughts considered Wraen's worry of the Moonspear wolves. Just as quickly, he disregarded them for now. "Yeah," he replied. "Okay. "

Was it truly that easy?