Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

Cole. It suited him. She made a small dip of her head with a slow blink of her eyes to say "likewise". 

Upon becoming mindful of the blood and gore on her muzzle, she lapped at her whiskers. She dampened the side of her paw with her tongue before dragging it across the sides of her muzzle. 

When asked about her locality, she said: No.

She regarded Cole upon deciding her face was clean enough. A spot was missed on the bridge of her nose. 

Are you?