Firefly Glen [PHE] iron blade

Kitty-mat, he repeated, and sat hard upon his haunches, planting himself firmly beside his mother. He continued to look upon the golden-aura wolf, trying to gauge whether or not she was a threat.

Eventually, it settled, and he did, too, curling close to his mother's forepaws and stretching out there.

Kitimat yawned and went a bit limp—still conscious, but unable to quickly respond to any ruckus that might take place above his head.