Firefly Glen loko (PHE)

he supposed it was a fair question.

we live by de water, not in it, he explained kindly. i don' t'ink any wolf like us can live in it—sometimes i wish i could! lafayette's grin grew wider at the admission. the scariest moment of his life was also the most blissful, and perhaps he would always live with that dichotomy.

but she hadn't answered his own question, and he doubled down, curious about this quiet girl. tell me about you, he insisted, and repeated his earlier query: where you be livin'?

he was about to press the matter further when a firefly landed right by his left forepaw, and he gaped at it, cutting his eyes over to anatolia. so pretty, he murmured—his breath not quite hard enough to stir the insect away.