Firefly Glen it can change you

he did not move. did not glance behind him to where her eyes wandered.

these lands are not mine, he said, voice low, gravel-laced. so yes.

his head tipped slightly, broad frame quiet beneath the weight of silence. then—

but i do not hide.

a pause, long enough to feel like a warning, though there was no threat in his tone. only the certainty of a man who had weathered many winters.

who are you looking for?