Firefly Glen sometimes we just think too much

oh boy a trade thread

"Do you require aid?"

A soft, yet deep baritone sounded behind the woman. Holland stood, looking over the young wolf with a critical red eye. She looked like she saw better days, that's for sure. She was a newcomer from the smell, just recently accepted into the Glen... Almost like him.

But he did not force her if she did not want help. Holland waited for her to acknowledge him, keeping his distance. Just in case she had been through too much to want company. Just in case she needed space. But he was here. In case she needed it.