Firefly Glen [PHE] The Elk Bellows Group Five

Cygnet's jaw trembled in anticipation. She looked to the others in the group, her eyes fetching momentarily on the man who she thought, for a moment, had a yellow butterfly perched on each ear. They weren't butterflies at all- but she couldn't figure out exactly what they were, and they certainly didn't look normal. He spoke in an oddly formal way, which made Cygnet a bit more aware of how little she spoke. 

She simply grunted in agreement. 

Her eyes sought out the targets, marking first the doe whose head bobbed every time the lame leg was used, and over to the yearling whose pelt was thin and dull. She clicked her teeth together, and moved in at Ancelin's side.