Firefly Glen moonlight danced with the silhouettes

He listened raptly to her instructions, though he was not sure whether or not he would try his hand at this. Had he the time? But, either way, the process intrigued him in the same way of a story. It even had a happy ending.

The bounty hunter's lips curved just a fraction. He could easily imagine her as a much younger child, curled up in such a skin with a few other small, dark bodies to keep her warm. She had been raised like that — warmly and softly. He could see it in the merry flash of her eyes.

"You should come back to the forest," he suggested. I want you to come back. "If you will make furs for Solharr, I will teach you how to fight."

He doubted she would ever beat a wolf his size, but he could at least teach her enough to help her get away clean, couldn't he? She would live long enough to have her own babies to tuck away someplace soft and warm. This thought pleased him, though he could not articulate why it was so important to him.

"I will protect you from Luhtar," he added. And, even if his eyes were still narrowed, there was a sparkle of merriment she might recognize.