Firefly Glen [PHE] i’ll give you bonafide loving

Cygnet had been reaching around, distorting her figure to satisfy an itch just above her hip, but snapped back to her feet when Mae spoke. As her eyes, Cygnet scanned out through the trees, past the wandering wolves, toward the camp settled near the fresh water to the Northwest. 

She saw the eyes that stared in their direction. She stared back for a moment, and shook the tension from her shoulder with a motion that made her ears flap against her head. 

She shrugged. Salt wolves. She grunted. Not shitlick youngster. Another one. She said, dismissively.