Firefly Glen time well met,

The occasional word was regrettably missed—common was a second tongue—but she managed to piece things together. Cole's response aided in her comprehension. Food, honey—possibly—both appealed to a hungry lone wolf.

If you'll have me, she said with a small nod.

She couldn't help herself from anticipating some clash of personalities or views. Expect the worst, never hope: no disappointments. If nothing else, it was a matter of convenience for all involved: extra sets of teeth and paws, as Ameline put it. Cole's enthusiasm was a spur, fueled her intrigue.

How many of you are there? she asked.

Ameline had mentioned daughters. Young for whelps, she thought.