Firefly Ravine There's a fire in my brain,

She was strange, and rather disrespectful he thought. He felt his fur bristle, his face heating up with what he knew to be embarassment. Was she not the least bit interested in him?

Who are you to simply walk away? He furrowed a brow, planting his paws firmly to the ground. I'll have you know that I am the Ghost Talker of Saatsine. What gives you the right to deny a holy man an answer? Surely she would fear the consequences now. No wolf wanted to face the wrath of spirits.

He waited for an answer, a silence settling between the pair momentarily. A quiet anxiety settled in his chest.