Firefly Glen Sukauto

The stranger was swift to offer a few words of apology – saying that had intruded in the area. Shiranui regarded them with a small curling of his dark lips, but he did not say anything. The lands they stood upon did not belong to the white wolf. Anyone could pass through them, even seek to claim them for their own. Shiranui was only a passerby, the same as the wolf called Ashlyn.

At the mention of the lake in the northwest territory, Shiranui turned his gaze in that direction, curious. The next words out of the other wolf’s mouth were a question. Ash wished to know if the white wolf was from around those parts.

Shiranui turned back to him with waved his tail in wider sweeps. No, he was not from those parts, but it did not mean that he couldn’t make them into a home. Curiously, he tilted his head in question to Ashlyn, wondering if the man had his own reasons for being there.