Firefly Glen Eòlach

Willow did not have a plan, or at least not one that was ready for revealing. The slender man was nervous in his mannerisms and it creased Kinloch’s brow to see his brother behave this way. 

Yes, the scent was strong enough to fill the immediate area. Anyone who had arrived in their second year of age would know what was happening. 

Kinloch was a gallant man. He would never speak of the femininity of his brother. He would not draw attention to the overwhelming scent that painted Willow as a target. It wouldn’t have been proper. 

You’ve got the speed and I’ve got the brawn. We should be able to eat anything we want, the silver figure said with a warm smile. Take the lead, Will. 

I will have your back.