Firefly Glen sweater weather

okay! EXIT/END

He had to get used to this.

Holland resisted his lip curling as Keres moved to close the distance, brushing against her pack mate in welcome. He was not an affectionate wolf and did not like others touching him... But he bit back a sigh and allowed it. The mingling of scents was to make sure the old pack member could pass on their smell to the new. He saw logic, he supposed, even if he didn't like it.

"I'll take anything" he croaked, not very picky. Holland moved over the scent line and further into the glen. But he did not take the lead - waiting for Keres to move first and show him. When she did, he would move after her. The man did not look back at the light. He moved further and further into the darkness, his coat swallowing him up easily.