Firefly Glen [PHE] silver swords

Kitimat drew back, surprised, his brows drawn together. He figured he'd have to sacrifice at least some part of the kill to the stranger.

But, no, the man departed with pleasant words, and Kitty watched him with mouth slightly agape.

I— he started, then shook his head. He leaned down and picked up the carcass, turning back toward Moontide's camp. Anyone who saw him in the next few hours would find him grinning ear to ear.

A successful hunt!