Firefly Glen mapturuk ⤟

HE listened. He had some more skins to pass along. He had begun the work of preparing them. But he had not finished them yet. He wondered briefly if he would ever get a bearskin. What made him think of such a thing he didn't not know, but he would put that aside for now.

A soft shy smile. And he lowered his gaze. He was only as good as he could be. He learned and he practiced. Hard work.

Course I will.