Ravensblood Forest parley

firefly blinked, his ears perking up as her sharp demeanor softened. The tension in his body eased, and a bashful grin spread across his face masking the creeping blush. loudmouth?": he repeated, his tail wagging in quick, awkward sweeps. guess i've been called worse. thanks... i think?

he stepped forward hesitantly, his paws crunching lightly against the frosted ground as he followed after her. i mean, uh, thanks for not, you know... biting my face off. His voice carried the earnestness of someone eager to prove themselves, even if his nerves made him stumble over his words.  

firefly watched her confident stride, noting how at ease she seemed with the forest around her. it was clear she knew this land well—every branch and shadow—and he found himself quietly admiring her.  

don’t worry, i'll keep up, he added quickly, falling into step behind her. his tail swished again, the nickname rolling around in his head like a prized treasure. loudmouth, huh? kinda catchy. could’ve been worse, though, right? you could’ve called me twig-snapper or rabbit-scarer or something.::