Firefly Glen Sweet Little Sister

Amalia obliged, humming a thoughtful noise before delving into her many interests. She was a scout and a hunter. She knew some of the healing arts. The dark-haired girl said that she enjoyed the way winter shifted to spring.

Kannoyak smiled at this. The white hunter hoped that he might see the beauty she referenced, when the white of the world gave way to greenleaf and the promise of new life. The man’s life had been spent in eternal winter. He had crafted the muscle on his back from running across the white hunting grounds. There would be opportunity for growth when he discovered the changing of seasons.

Amalia is not terrible, he insisted in his deep voice. Amalia has shared brightness and joy with this man. Kannoyak is pleased to listen. And he would have listened to the girl speak further, if she had not requested that he share about himself.

The white wolf’s head tilted.

This man is simple. Kannoyak likes hunting and trading and walking the new paths from village to village. A thoughtful expression found his face. Kannoyak likes the wind and the sound it makes.