Firefly Glen [PHE] qanglaxtal

She was older; he trusted her judgment more. Kitimat nodded, first toward the birds, then toward her golden face. If anyone were to make the first move, she ought to.

For his part, he'd stay hidden in the brush, body folded down onto the ground to escape notice.

It was nice to have a hunting partner. He'd made his siblings play along with him, occasionally, but this was the first youngster apart from his litter that actually indulged him.

The grin that split his muzzle gleamed white among the leaves at his paws.