Firefly Glen achilles come down

he closes the distance further, the snow crunching softly beneath his paws. he doesn’t push too close, doesn’t crowd her, but he's certainly impossible to ignore.

tell me, he murmurs, what would you do if i did? bring harm, i mean. his head tilts slightly, golden gaze locked on hers, testing her resolve, though the question seems more like a game than a genuine threat.