Firefly Glen Sweet Little Sister

The touch of the dark-haired woman was welcome. It made his heart thrum pleasantly.

In all the ways she was different from Alaric, Kannoyak thought she was beautiful. Her eyes were green like signs of new leaf. The hunting man had never known a wolf of his village to have eyes like that. The wolves of the little river village were men and women with icy eyes. They were colored with bright blues and stormy grey. Even Kannoyak had been a sight when his baby blue gaze had turned to a fruity plum coloration.

Will you tell Kannoyak more about yourself? the white hunter asked her while they walked. Alaric was a storyteller man, he knew this. Amalia seemed to enjoy her time traveling or learning the grounds. Kannoyak liked that they might share this.