Firefly Glen Sweet Little Sister

The woman’s laugh was beautiful, too.

Kannoyak wondered how many lovely ladies made their homes in the unfamiliar wilds. He had met so many in such a short time. Each of them had offered him something that the other had not. Some had given him a glimpse of familiarity. Some had been touchingly polite. He wished that his brothers could see the beauty and kindness of the wolves in these lands.

A hunter and a scout are honorable things, he said to her. This one is also a hunter.

The white wolf’s chest swelled with his pride.

And pathmaker for the villages in the great north and across the white hunting grounds.