Firefly Glen Coming?

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

Luhtar stopped in his tracks, his yellow eyes narrowing as Galen’s words registered. A beat of stunned silence passed, the crisp air between them heavy with the audacity of the question. His ears flicked, and his tail stiffened momentarily before giving one sharp wag of disbelief.

“You think I—?!” His mouth opened and closed once, at a rare loss for words.

Before Galen could react, Luhtar lunged forward, his massive frame barreling into the other wolf like a boulder rolling downhill. His powerful forelegs wrapped around Galen’s shoulders, dragging him down into the snow with an almost thunderous crash. The air filled with the sound of playful growls and the crunch of disturbed frost as Luhtar went for Galen’s throat—not in earnest, but in the rough-and-tumble way.

Well, maybe a little earnest.