Firefly Glen Coming?

Luhtar snorted, his yellow eyes narrowing at Galen’s teasing, though the faint twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed his amusement. “Looking tough? Boring?” he echoed, feigning offense as he leaned closer, his broad shoulder brushing against Galen’s in a mock shove. “Maybe boring to you. You soft. Too soft.”

"Forneskja strong,” he grunted, puffing out his chest slightly as if to display that very strength. “Snow comes, we hunt. We keep warm. We don’t cry about cold like some wolves I know.” His eyes gleamed with mischief, a crooked grin breaking his usual stoicism as he nudged Galen again for good measure.

“And you? You survive snow? Or you still cry when toes cold?” His tail gave a light wag as he waited for Galen’s inevitable retort.