Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

Home. Quaint. Undoubtedly, he was their muscle. None of his words implied he possessed any kind of authority, unless he was truly so humble. 

The blemish on her muzzle was groomed. Despite her stoicism, her ears had warmed and she had held her breath until he stepped back. She let out the breath as softly as she could, avoiding a sigh. 

The invitation reined her mind from wandering. She hummed with contemplation. 

Well, I have grown rather attached to my autonomy.

The idea of being bossed around tasted bitter. Never mind the presence of strangers she would likely be expected to share space with. 

How did they manage to lure you? she asked, head tilting. 

He seemed sociable enough yet he carried an aura of independence.