Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

Her forelegs pushed herself up to be seated. The small meal gave her a refreshing dose of energy. 

Oh—I don't dodge, I dance. She allowed a small smirk to appear, as if amused by her own words. 

Winter was her favorite season. The snow, the cold, the bite. 

The hint to the past wasn't missed but she refrained from bringing attention to it. If she poked her nose, what would stop him from doing the same? She was disinclined to set Cole up for failure. 

A temporary arrangement, then?

To get through the winter well-fed. Stay, if the stars aligned and a fondness grew. 

Moonlit eyes gazed up at the sky. The silver of moon had yet to rise. Only stars shined down, blinking a code she could only hope to decipher.