Firefly Glen [PHE] galvorn

On any other day, the princess Neith was an exemplary ward. Now, the fellahin served as a partition between herself and freedom! Her ears flattened, eyes drifting reluctantly up into the flaxen coywolf face.

“Aunt T, this is miss Nasima. My governess,” she introduces, tone lacking its usual enthusiasm. She’d been found! And she was so close to getting an adventure with Tavina! Her paws dared to wrap tighter around one onyx leg, a shimmer of unusual defiance in the scarlet eyes.