Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

Her eyes shined at his words but she remained silent. For a moment, there was only the din of crunched bones and smacking jaws and leaves aflutter, those that desperately clung to the barren branches and the ones that littered the glen's floor. 

When only bones remained, the mountain wolf had lowered onto her underbelly. The small femur was restrained between her paws as she worked the bone between her molars, snapping it in half, and then lapped at the marrow she could access. 

The request for a name had her left ear flick before her eyes followed, landing on the man. She supposed he had earned it. 

Arnarkla.