Firefly Glen Those Who Dwell

"Oh, no, sir! Why, I could not force one such as yourself into a pack! You would have my throat! All I ask in return is a trade of your information, my good sir! What strangers you've discovered, where they are headed, and where packs lie! Location for location, and I will return to you in each pass you reach my nose."

Coming to stand, she approached him with her tail swaying just above her hind legs, and the tips of her ears pushing down to her skull in greeting. Then, perked they were again, her feet nimbly and slowly inching closer to him until she came to another sit not so far away from his body. This way, she saw more of him, and in return he may see her. His scent she wished to know, and his presence she did not mind being in.

"I would not complain of a meal of owl, but that is optional. Somethin' I like! Should you help me know the presence of others you smell and unveil, I will be at your service, Traveller. Is that fair, my Traveller?"

Sitting before him, her legs pushing in her chest and a smile on her face of graphite, it pulled at her lips in a crooked sense of her right lip being up a bit higher than her left.