Firefly Ravine There's a fire in my brain,

For Kekoa

For some time now herself and Nayavanti had been on the mainland. A chance to get away together, if nothing else. She had sent the keeper away to hunt today, and now rested beside a ravine in a safe spot that had been chosen for her.

Still she was curious of the land wolves, but she has been trained well; it was not her responsibility to save the non-believers. All she had to do was remain silent and communicate messages from their god. Her voice was a precious resource, non-renewable and yet necessary.

Ears twitch at the sound of crunching snow. It is some distance away, she assumes it to be Nayavanti, but a gust of wind reveals otherwise. A boy, a man, someone male, someone strange.