Firefly Glen [m] revelarlos

They appear in near silence, emerging from their borders to stand as a fierce confederacy. The men stare him down, perhaps sensing he is a thing to condemn.
He’s careful. He’s got to be if he wants to leave with his hide intact. But if he plays this right, he’ll have landed the jefes a new client.
Maybe their biggest yet.

The pretty woman speaks again. It’s the common, he knows that much.

“No ingles,” he purls. He waves the tail. His chin tucks, presenting himself as calmly and respectfully as the hound is capable.
“Comercio.” Kindly merchant.

And to demonstrate his goodwill, the dog offers to the group a wrapped leaf parcel, its contents tinting the air with both sweet and bitter aromas.

“Medicamento,” he entices the trio. Magic. A treatment for any ailment.