Firefly Glen sanctify

he elaborates, and she chews over his words as if they were the whale fat she had been gnawing on just a second ago. bearclaw valley — a glance is cast past the man and toward the towering mountains of the east. if there was to be a valley, surely it would be in that direction?

"afraid we're not affiliated with them," she reveals, butterscotch eyes as sweet as the candy they shared a color with. "you are more than welcome to join us though," a purr offered up as a honeyed invitation. an extra body was very rarely refused in her company, especially with winter rounding the corner. 

"i'm shamura," she introduced, realizing she'd not done so earlier.