Firefly Glen morgunsól

Kalyska’s ears flicked back slightly at Sólhárr’s brusque tone, but she didn’t let it deter her. his words might have been curt, but the fact that he was allowing her to help spoke volumes. she moved toward him with careful, deliberate steps, her hazel eyes briefly scanning his frame. the badger had fought hard—it always did in the end.

Time never waste when healing. she said her voice calm but steady. If slow then frostbite comes for me.

her gaze flicked to his face, but only briefly. she didn’t need his approval. 

her paw brushed lightly over the wounded area, her touch gentle as she examined the extent of the damage. Badger fights like we do. But cut not deep, good for no scars.

Kalyska begun to push together a small pile of snow until the mound and held no debris.

Lay down she ordered. the scent of others clung to his pelt with one more predominant than the others. he belonged to a pack, that much was clear to her. slowly fear crept in as she wondered if she had intruded on another's territoy.