Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

Cole raised an eyebrow at Arnarkla's mention of dancing, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He decided to hold his tongue about the imagery it conjured, knowing better than to underestimate the depth of a wolf's words.

When she asked about the temporary arrangement, he shrugged, his expression thoughtful. Ain’t some kind of floater, he replied, a playful glint in his pale eyes. It takes a lot to get rid 'o me.

As he spoke, he noticed the energy returning to her, the way she held herself with renewed strength after their shared meal. He appreciated that she wasn't one to shy away from the colder truths of their situation.

The winter’s tough, he continued, glancing up at the stars as they sparkled overhead. An' I'm sure 'yer capable. But it'd be a helluva lot easier to have a group.