Firefly Glen nuna ⦆

The bow of her muzzle and the shift of her gaze beneath the silk lashes was not missed. She offered a greeting, polite in tone and posture. The northerner drew his broad skull upward and made a presentation of his broad chest, his thick frame.

This one returns your greeting, Issorartuyok returned her phrase comfortably. The stranger woman was captivating in more ways than one. She sang songs for her spirits and her nature was familiar, like the wolves of the northerner’s homeland.

You are of the moon. There was no room for this to have been a question. Issorartuyok made a statement, still unmoving with the confidence in his brown eyes.