Firefly Glen in my heart i have but one desire

the path of another hunter.

he wondered if all of the wild beasts here thought that was all there was to life. endless hunting for things to devour like greedy thieves.

this boy even sought the pelt for some name he did not understand.

and will you pray or give thanks for taking so much from the little red beast?

his voice was hushed and thoughtful, despite the jagged edge of his words.