Firefly Glen band candy

rhaegal holds still for her as she examined his wounds; though with the sudden proximity he feels the temptation to sway like a sailor on land for the first time in months. he resists; muscles clenching.

she asks about it — though her curiosity is not surprising to him, he hesitates on whether he should tell her.

i dinnae if he was a hunter. but aye. he has nothing but foul words for the ravenfurred, silvermarked loudmouthed man.