Firefly Glen moonlight danced with the silhouettes

His brows folded down a little more tightly over his eyes as his words were turned back on him, but he did not interrupt her before she shared her purpose for being here with him. If anything, however, it only exacerbated the furrow of his brow.

"Goodies," he repeated, testing the word on his tongue. He understood its meaning easily, but it was not a word he thought he'd heard before. He lifted his head a little higher, already testing the wind for interesting scents. As if a simple statement was a call to action.

A scent caught his attention. He wandered in that direction, snuffling through the grass as he went.

"You were a respectful distance from the borders," he said after a moment of fruitless searching. "But you were rude. That was unwise. I — " He lifted his head, turning it to settle his mean eyes on her slight figure. "I am not rude on strangers' borders, if I go there at all. But if I was, if I did — I am experienced enough to escape with my life."

He was experienced enough to make a good attempt, at least.

"Do you know how to fight?" he asked her, turning his coral gaze back to the tall grasses.