Firefly Glen nightmare

Ears tipped forward at his confession of confusion, a shrug rolling her shoulders lightly in response. It has happened when I go to others for help sleeping. It is not a physical ailment so they do not look to treat it. She huffed, breath clouding in the cold air, eyebrows knitting in her own frustration. To be honest, last night was the fiirst time I have sought help with sleeping in a long time. She had trusted him not to brush her off or laugh at her, and he had come through.

She was pleased though, at being considered a friend. He was as he had been when she had first met him, prickly and silent, perhaps a touch sullen, but it was an attitude that she could see past to see the wolf beneath it all. You are very welcome, Keres responded, sitting next to the dark coated healer, tail curling around to keep her paws insulated as they sat in the snow.

His question wrested a sigh from her lips, a frown tugging at her expression. I hope not. If there is, I will do what is needed to protect my own but I prefer to not use violence otherwise. The image of the purple eyed harlot flashed thrrough her head, the malice that she had felt in her presence. And knowing now that she had attacked several of the Glen wolves already, Keres knew that if she met the woman again, she would use violence. War is good for no one, though, and I sincerely hope it does not come to that.