Firefly Glen time well met,

Arnarkla.

A glimmer; a name she could pronounce, and it began with an A. She sensed something happening- stars aligning, so to speak. Cole spoke now with a warmth, with a humour that she'd only just begun to coax from him. Arnarkla, it seemed, had unlocked whatever he had kept gated. He referred now to the hunt, to the valley- and she breathed a deep, freeing breath, and nodded. 

To Arnarkla, an appreciative smile was given. "Mine ath well." Her voice was warm. She saw value in the pair- especially now, that they seem to have bonded. [b]"It'th the arthe end of the hunt, now; we'll be leavin' for the Valley thoon, takin' all the meat we can carry...Thome honey, too, if my daughterth haven't eaten it all yet, She said with a light chortle. Aaaand maybe one or two ekthtra theth of pawth an' teeth too, if yuh lookin' to come back to the Valley with uth,:: She said. After all, she assumed that Cole was orchestrating this introduction, now, as a means of getting Arnarkla an invitation as well.