Firefly Glen in my heart i have but one desire

he did not know if the boy agreed out of compliance in the face of an adult, or if he truly did pray.

briefly a scowl flashed over his features before he smoothed it away. yellow eyes hawkishly perched on the boy’s face.

is a life you steal to make your fancy furs or fill your belly not worth the thanks?

his words, sharper now.

whatever you take from it, you have God to thank for He created the creatures you poach from His land. to not even thank Him for the life He created that you then took?

a tsk pointed.

borderline sin, child.