Firefly Glen achilles come down

Kalyska's hazel eyes glimmered with something unreadable, a flicker of intrigue as she met his gaze. she tilted her head slightly, the faintest curve of a smile playing on her lips.

or something, she replied, her tone light yet laced with an undercurrent of secrecy.

her eyes dropped briefly to the disturbed patch of snow at his paws, then back to him, her head tilting slightly. you no look type to be search for herbs, she added, her tone thoughtful, yet carrying a hint of playful suspicion.

her tail swished once behind her as she sniffed the air, catching the faintest trace of something—him, the cold, the wild. what is it you search for, maybe help i can.

her question hung in the cold air, her gaze steady but unreadable as she waited. she didn’t ask for his name, nor did she offer her own. there was something in the quiet between them, a stillness that suggested she’d leave the choice to him.