Firefly Glen [PHE] a kiss with a fist

Her bluntness was appreciated—not simply in this moment—but for the dryer humor that lingered within her statements. His lips quirked up—his muzzle giving a light dip to acknowledge the statement—in truth, he had not worried much for it. He could not imagine the Pharaoh holding him for long.

“I’ll stop by,” he promised—another few more steps taken away from the dark woman. And finally he did laugh—her comment on the theft something he had not expected. “I have no doubt that was her next move,” he called over his shoulder as he continued to move away—for it was past time to check once more on his pack. “See you around.”