Firefly Glen [m] oh i was sure

*salutes* WE THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE

The gloom deepened and the fireflies began winking alive. River had nearly given up on her dream of being pounded until she was jelly-limbed that day, when a wolf appeared. She fixed him with a faultfinding stare.

Dark-cloaked, honey-cheeked – both of the face and back end – he looked to her like a delicious, nougaty snack. Though not quite as tall or muscular as she’d found previously and would have preferred, he did have the strong lean legs of a long-distance runner. Which meant that he might have it in him to stay mounted until he was told he could crumble…

She wanted to test him, demand a show of his hunter’s skill, but her appetites did not correlate with food this evening. Instead, she would test his mettle. River tipped her head at him, a ripple traveling along her spine like a wave.

Come closer, if you dare.