Firefly Glen in my heart i have but one desire

what - what path? he parroted with a faraway, feather light voice. he blinked, shook his head, until he eventually pulled himself away from his thoughts. somewhat.
well.. i am hunting for something. something small and red.  and when he catches it? lómion did not think so far ahead.
to bring to my ajâtsuk. there was hesitation in his voice. she will make a pelt of it. for me.