Firefly Glen [m] [PHE] Gunnin' out of this place in a bullet's embrace

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Pawsteps; an unfamiliar scent abruptly surrounded Mae, who wrinkled her nose a little in automatic reaction. A stranger. Her own ears laid against her skull as she listened to the question, the quiet shuffling of the other girl's feet, the familiar steps of her sister approaching and —

Cygnet's presence brought a shift to Mae's posture. She stood a little taller, shadowy fur mingling with the pale mist of her packmate. Don't look at her like that. Before Mae could add her own scathing remark to the mix, a high youthful voice cut in; some snot-nosed kid who couldn't mind her own business. She scowled openly this time, turning a glare toward the mouthy child.

Get the fuck outta here, shitling. This is an adult conversation.

Even if you're a fake ass bitch, Mae added in the older girl's general direction. No offense.