Firefly Glen you're burning up my mind

YESSSS ho'kay.  gonna do a brief fun one for him!

A future, eh?  No question, just a simple telling.  She mused on it, considering what she knew of him.  He was intense, and he spun insults with the same glee that she did.  Maybe a temper, though maybe not?  Definitely sulky.  Stubborn, perhaps, though she'd gotten him to cave to the future fairly fast.  So he was curious, and perhaps prone to peer pressure.  Just had to be the right peers (and/or the right pressure).  A wolf who hid his dreams likely had hidden insecurities, especially given how quick he was to defend.

It wasn't a great deal to go on, but it was enough for her to have a general idea while she took a breath and listened, feeling the ground beneath her paws.  There was a gentle trembling to it, she felt?  Like a far of something moving slowly.  Your future is quiet.  A gentle breeze passed by.  It won't make large waves, but it won't be unhappy.  Peaceful and fulfilling.  It sounded a bit like hell to her, but hey, maybe he liked quiet despite his yelling.

Then, for a moment, the shifting landscape that normally made up her vision transitioned.... dark clarifying suddenly into light.  It always shifted, never into anything recognizable enough to comment or make note of.  But this was the first time she'd seen it significantly enough to introduce it within a reading.  You'll need to move past whatever darkness you are holding onto and find the truth for yourself.  Forgive or move on, but don't dwell.  She stepped backwards, a little put off by the vision change, and her hind leg met a barrier of roots.  Push through the barriers.  Something has you fenced in.  It will trap you if you let it.  She smirked, then waited for one more.... ah.  The faint scent of a packmate.

Another wolf, maybe?  She asked, smiling lightly.  Someone who isn't good for you.  If you are stuck on them, you have to let them go.  She had no clue that her fortune had lined up with his dream, but she found it to be a rather fun one to tell.  With strangers, the darker ones tended to be more fun because they paved the way to more intrigue and secrets.  She could imagine Charles now with some unknown figure in his past, some wolf who had it's grip on him and wouldn't release.  But she stopped there, waiting for his response, benignly silent.  She tried to exude an aura of knowledge, though who knew how well that would hold up when she was also trying not to laugh.

clarity spread!
overall situation - daughter of pentacles
contributing factors - judgement, X of wands, the devil

this is perfect omg