Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

Wise, she uttered, more to herself. A pack that let just anyone in and shared all they had without so much as a trial period always raised her suspicions. It begged questions of ulterior motives or a sheer lack of responsibility.

She regarded him again. There was a scar across his hooked snout. She pondered that past of his alluded to.

And what do you know? she asked, curious of the response she may be given, whether it would speak more of the pack or of Cole.