Firefly Glen [PHE] qanglaxtal

Before the girl reached the Swiftcurrent camp, however, she'd first cross paths with Kitimat, who was industriously stalking a group of sparrows in some nearby bushes. They'd gone silent with his approach, but he knew that if he stayed still enough, they'd let their guard down to feed on seeds on the ground—and he could pounce.

Instead, pawsteps coming from the opposite direction sent them scattering higher, and he lifted his head with a huff, irritated gaze eventually resting upon—

The prettiest wolf he had ever seen.

(Well, besides his mother, of course.)

She was soft and golden, with eyes like the sky on the brightest days. Adding to her beauty was the striped pelt draped over her, contrasting wonderfully with her own fur. She was elegant, graceful. . .

And he was going to be so bummed if he ever found out they were second cousins.

Hello, Kitty managed, straightening and arranging his features into something less, uh, stupefied.