Firefly Glen sometimes, words aren't required

She greets the male with a long bow, enchanted by the scarring that decorates his face. Her tail waves, neutral and friendly, head low out of respect for being so near the man's den. A nod from him — how curious! The gesture is a greeting, too, it seems. She mimics his movement, then turns away in a sweeping, elegant spin, tail still waving as she flits a few feet away and drops into another smooth bow. An invitation to play, an experiment in the ways of what appears to be a hardened warrior. She wants to see what kind of man he is, truly.