Firefly Glen [PHE] they got the drip

chani was not sure she liked anyone at all. sapphique's insularity had done a wonder on her, making the girl peevish when sven spoke of how he smelled her. was that normal to say out loud? she didn't think about her sense of scent anymore; everyone around chani was family.
maybe she was the weird one here. "i be chani, from sapphique," she said at last. "sorry about your fadir," she added, picking up the word the kvarsheim wolf had used with a blink that suggested more openness.
fathers, too, an impossibility for her.
"where be kvarsheim? is it far?"