Firefly Glen [PHE] qanglaxtal

Kitimat's face split into a broad grin at Nantahala's expertise, and when her chosen junco scurried toward his jaws, he set upon it with a decisive crunch.

Bird in hand, he placed the quarry upon her paws, fiery eyes gleaming.

Yours, he declared, smiling. Take to your camp.

He did not begrudge her the kill. He was overjoyed that they'd snared one in the first place, and his tail wagged heartily, face lit in delight.