Firefly Glen [PHE] ice bite

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They had settled—aching limbs were ignored in favor of mood and joviality—even if brief in his grief. He ensured @Mae was settled, fed and in decent spirits before he would consider making rounds. @Cygnet had disappeared from his sight. He had promised @Sven and Kvarsheim some time—the reality that Gunnar was not among them drawing more intricate thoughts—he had heard of the man’s passing, and had mourned it quietly. But he could not shake what had transpired—even when the previous Gamma in question and his ex-mate were both long gone and eager to rid him of their minds.

Foreign words were whispered close to the curve of his ear—catching him off guard and drawing his muzzle to swing closer to the cheek of the one who spoke—ivory—Kvarsheim.

His pale champagne eyes roved over her—guarded, yet the trace of a smile threatening the edges of his lips. “Beannachdan, bian aingeal,” he offered, amusement lacing his tone. “We do not.”

His gaze asked it all: should we?