Firefly Glen morgunsól

sólhárr’s single golden eye remained fixed on her, the sharpness of his gaze unyielding as he eased down into a seated position. the badger’s claw marks stung with the bite of fresh air, but his expression betrayed no pain, only quiet scrutiny. she was stubborn, that much was clear.

he tilted his head slightly, the dark fur along his shoulders ruffling in the cold wind. his curiosity wasn’t idle; it was a test, one she’d begun to pass simply by standing her ground.

why alone? he asked, his voice low and unhurried, his broken common tongue rough around the edges. his brow lifted, an unspoken challenge lingering in his words as he settled his weight fully into the snow, his posture no longer imposing but still commanding.

no pack? no family? the questions fell like stones into still water, his tone blunt but not unkind. if she sought refuge or alliance, she would have to offer more than fleeting words and bold persistence.