Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

Cole’s gaze lingered on her, catching the slight shift in her composure—the way her ears flushed, and her breath hitched beneath his touch, even as she held herself firm and unaffected. He allowed himself a faint grin, a subtle spark of amusement at her hum of contemplation.

He shrugged, glancing toward the distant mountains. Even a wolf fond of autonomy can’t dodge the winter’s bite forever, he said with a slight tilt to his voice, as if he himself hadn’t quite come to terms with it.

They ain't care where I came from. What I've done. He gave a brief gruff, taking the time to know that he wasn't exactly a gentle soul, though with his tongue against her muzzle one would guess otherwise. Reckon they're good folks, he muttered, not entirely convinced, but the jury's still out.