Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

Cole let a quiet hum linger between them, mulling over her question. He’d made his fair share of wishes under the stars, but he wasn’t about to share the details, especially not with someone as guarded as Arnarkla. Mmm, he hummed at last, eyes still on the sky, I made one. But what’s a wish worth if you speak it out loud? Secrets keep it bound to come true.

At her words about running cold, he let his gaze drift back to her, catching the faint amusement there. She was trying to make a point, yet he wasn’t so easily swayed by words. With a slight nod, Cole lifted his paw and bit down just enough to feel a sharp warmth bloom. A crimson bead welled at the surface, and he held it up between them, watching her eyes track the movement.

Blood’s warm enough, see? he said, voice carrying a steady weight, though the hint of a smirk touched his lips. I reckon yours runs just as hot, whether you like it or not. Ain’t no one really cold at their core.

With that, he lowered his paw, wiping the blood absently against the earth. His gaze lingered on her a moment longer, studying her with a calm, steady curiosity, as if daring her to disagree.