Firefly Glen I was feeling some feelings you wouldn't believe.

She wasn't...? Mesa frowned, more confused than anything, and then gave a little snort as he banished his last bit of care away. He had not seen her at the hunt—or if he had, it wasn't in a recognizable fashion; there were many wolves trying to take down the fat and ugly birds and he hadn't really paid attention to any of them.

I'm Mesa. He introduces himself and then clears his throat of phlegm. I was, patrolling, he meant. You uh... Know the area? Could patrol together, or somethin'. Be faster on my own and who knows, maybe she'll change her mind and bolt across the border or something. The boy thinks as he awaits a response.