Firefly Glen ceremonial

The other's voice did not startle him. Rather, it caused him to pause. Augustine closed his eyes for a moment, for he found in those words a soft familiarity that brought up visions of home.

"A blessing, indeed," he said, and turned to face the man more fully.

He had not expected to see a dog, but this is who he was met with; hanging ears and a narrow face. And yet, Augustine did not mind. Instead, he sought to match the tame man's smile. He had met many dogs on his travels and he had discovered that those who would associate themselves with wolves were at times even better company than fellows who shared his wild blood.

"I-it's something... how they shine light in the darkness..." his voice was small, and his thought, incomplete, as if uncertain if he even wished to muse his thoughts aloud.