Firefly Glen moonlight danced with the silhouettes

Though he'd imagined her with others, it did not surprise him to learn she was the only one in her litter. She spoke, he thought, like someone who had only spoken with wolves who doted on her in the past. Even Catamaran, poorly socialized as he was, could be a little more tactful. Yet he was endeared to this brashness in Kinusi; he thought that most wolves ought to just indulge her. Why not?

He did not say, Of course I listen, but it was a near thing.

"That's why I decided to become a bounty hunter," he agreed, but his focus was elsewhere. She sang? He wanted to hear it, but a request got stuck in his throat. He swallowed it down and instead asked, "What do you like to sing?"