Firefly Glen sometimes we just think too much

@Holland

She found her chest tightening as the wolf skimmed her form, and in a strange way she felt—vulnerable. “Holland,” she repeated and then “that’s a nice name.” As she suspected, he was a medic and he seemed to quickly go to work assessing her condition; however, a sudden question caught Tabrielle off guard.

What I feel?

It was such an inviting question. Such a comforting thing to hear after traveling for so long and carrying so much heartache and stress. Gazing over at Holland, she suspected he would willingly listen to her story if she offered it to him. But now, more than ever, she didn’t want to be a sob story in the eyes of a handsome pack-wolf. She wanted to be…at least mostly untarnished.

“I think there is something wrong with one of my back paws,” she insisted—pushing back tears. “Please have a look, Holland.”