Firefly Glen [m] revelarlos

“Si, comer,” a nod. Hungry eyes watch her hands.
First, the feeling.
Then the visions.
Then, addiction.

Teeth shine, nice n’ wide for the woman and her family.

His nose sniffs out what was offered in return. Some kind of animal hide, real well adhered together. A lot of detail and care goes into something like this. Almost made the hound feel guilty for targeting them.
And now he needed a hit.

Hide’s slung over his shoulders. He could fit a lot of green in this.
'Good trade,' pretty one mutters in the common.
Good investment, Niño thinks.