Firefly Glen Heat Waves

The friendly sort, then, which didn't disappoint Coriander at all. She was pretty when she smiled; pretty before that, too, but now that she seemed a little more cheerful Cori was realizing she'd looked sort of sad before. His first impression of Ruenna Redfern, gathered in a few fleeting moments: the sort of person whose demeanor seemed more natural when given a reason to talk and smile and engage. So far, he liked her.
Pleasure to meet you, Ruenna. Funny — you're a Redfern, I'm a Redleaf, He couldn't resist pointing that out, half-wondering if they could be related. They looked nothing alike, though, so he kept that part to himself. Can't say I know about any Moonglow wolves, though, sorry. I'm pretty new to the area, just hanging around for my sister. I'm an uncle now, got responsibilities. His eyes twinkled with pride and love as he finished — and a touch of humor, as there was certainly very little responsibility involved in unclehood compared to fatherhood. Or even compared to leadership, which Coriander definitely had the most experience with out of the three.
If you're missing friends or family, I can bring it up to her when I visit next. She lives not too far from here, probably knows the neighbors at least in passing, He offered, feeling guilty that he couldn't offer more. While he'd joked about it, unclehood did come with some responsibility in his case — at least to stick around for a time and be a presence in the kids' lives, however brief. And it would be brief, of that Coriander was certain; he'd developed a taste for freedom, one that seemed to lead him down the road of cowards at every turn.