Honeyed Pasture Rascal Hog

A soft laugh, a crinkle of eyes. A boyish shrug of shoulders that he had never lost. That sheepish look.

Sorry it sort of just came upon me while I was breaking ground for the firefly Glen hunt and thinking.

He shifted. But how are you today?

He looked around with a smile. Also there's a few more around here I'd wager, if you'd like to hunt. I am always willing to hunt.

A furrow in his brow as a thought came to him. I met a she wolf once upon a time, who told me. She hunted groundhogs in their burrows with barks and growls.