Firefly Glen morgunsól

sólhárr raised a skeptical brow, his single golden eye narrowing slightly as he took her measure. the words were soft, careful, but he did not miss the tone of her offering—too eager, too ready. his gaze lingered on her lowered head before shifting to the badger at his feet.

alone, hm? he rumbled, the roughness of his voice carrying his doubt. he nudged the badger carcass with his paw, as if to test her claim. his head tilted, studying her with a deliberate slowness.

why you help? not your fight. the words were clipped, his common tongue as jagged as the bite of the wind around them, but there was no malice in his tone, only curiosity, tempered by caution.