Firefly Glen Blue Masquerade, Strangers look on

There was a friendly figure who drew close to Kannoyak. The man was dark of fur and cheery in his demeanor. These men were charismatic, something that the white hunter was not accustomed to. He would see their gifts for what they were. Women would enjoy a man who could carry himself with his tongue. To some, this reflected intellect.

Kannoyak’s plum gaze turned to the obsidian stranger.

Is that why this one was summoned?

Had the men been gathered to make husbands? White fox in new snow would have been proud that her son had been called to join them. Kannoyak’s eyes fell on the Moonwoman. She was curious to him.

This one is called Kannoyak. The white hunter nodded his head. Cotton grass in green leaf.