Firefly Glen Coming?

Galen laughed, taking only jest in his friend's word, before beginning to walk, gesturing with his head, a wide sweep that knocked golden fur awry. The chill was still present around them, and true to Luhtar's word, it'd stay away, given some activity. Besides, he and Luhtar rarely traveled together, and not far at that.

He preferred calmer pastures, and so curse him if his nose being a little too cold for his like was worth complaining about!

You know my nose is sensitive, He huffed, glancing off into the woods before looking back. A little glint caught in his eye, ad though he asked a mote shy, he still asked, Well. If you're doing so well for yourself in Forneskja, when will I meet your wife?

Then he paused, a surprised and then warm smile, Or husband.