Firefly Glen in my veins like fire

he rises when she does, muscles shifting beneath the weight of his thick coat. brown eyes follow her steps, sharp with understanding even if her tongue is foreign. þū wilt campian, he exhales in observation. then a jovial laugh. two thuds with his fist to his chest, the sound hollow and bold.
he does not bare teeth, does not posture. instead he begins to circle, steps light for a wolf his size. he moves like one born in the shield wall—close, direct, with no waste in motion. strength behind every limb, but held in check. tested.
ic cym. hæbbe þīn eġe gearu!
his tail lifts, not in threat, but challenge. he moves in, slow at first—waiting to see if she strikes like a beast, or dances like a killer.