Firefly Glen [PHE] Desert senna

the interaction was going well—he thought so, anyway—until merneith recoiled, nose wrinkling at what he could only assume was his own scent. lafayette frowned, caught between offense and embarrassment, and tucked his chin down to his sternum.

it be salty, with lots of fish, he explained, glowering a bit. if wolves could blush, he would be maroon. i t'ink it smell good. what's a mesa?

my mommy and daddy left us here. lafayette eased a bit at the words, shoulders sagging in quiet sympathy. he shouldn't take her sentiments too personally—she was only reacting to things she didn't know about. i'm sorry dey did dat, he murmured.