Tuktu Weir Did we meet the other night?

Firefly Glen.
It sounded cute. Sweet.
A small paradise.
One where her missing daughter resided...and she'd not know. At least for a while yet.

"Your welcome," she beamed cheerfully, tail wagging now.
There, being nice wasn't too hard was it Holland.
She resisted the urge to make physical contact with him. Most wolves were repulsed by it.
Or at least nervous.
It was more acceptable when she was a bubbly yearling, but now she was a shrewd woman? Not so much.

Holland turned to leave, and she called after him, "come again!" before returning to her moss collection with her newly acquired yarrow root.