Firefly Glen you've got a tattered line of string

Hi, Meerkat, she greeted sleepily, but there was no hiding the enthusiasm that had trickled into her voice that would soon replace the tiredness of her voice altogether. Yeah, I've seen you too... sorry, that we haven't met sooner... formally anyway, she started, inching her way out of the snow as she regarded the unique features of the pretty blonde she-wolf. I did! You know Charles? She asked, pleasantly surprised but equally mortified with herself. 

Charles was already making new friends. What if he forgot about her? No, she musn't think like that. He wouldn't... couldn't... right? Wanting to not think about that, she asked instead, how long have you been a part of the Glen for? Thinking that a much better thing to ponder about.