Firefly Glen this love it is a distant star

Lorcan stretched, the dark fur along his back bristling in the cool air as he turned his gaze down to Elowen, a sly smile playing at his lips. Well, little dove, he began, voice smooth as silk and edged with a mischievous glint, I’ll be frank—I'm not much for lingering. Never really have been. He tilted his head, studying her with an approving gleam in his eye. There was something appealing in the way she bent so willingly to his whims. Malleable, he thought, and the notion pleased him.

But I’ve got a place to be—Shadow Ridge, he continued, nonchalantly brushing a paw against the earth. Strange company there, a lass named Envy. Odd sort, but I think you’d find it… interesting. He arched a brow, his smirk deepening. You’re welcome to tag along, if you fancy it. I wouldn’t mind having my little dove beside me.