Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

The hyping up made her ears warm. Endearing, almost, the interest in her. It was dangerous. 

My upbringing was sheltered... she admitted slowly as she thought of something she could share. 

An eagle hunted me when I was a whelp.

She pivoted and craned her neck to make the hairs of her thickening pelt stand up and show half of the wound the eagle had left on her shoulders. Gouges stretched with age as she grew from girl to woman. 

Aside from that, I don't think there is much else to tell. I suppose that means I still have some living to do.

Arnarkla's "wild tale" was only just beginning.