Firefly Glen ^________________________^

expecting the she-wolf would waltz right on past, sobeille froze as the other did, catching the fleeting glimpse of -- was it familiarity? -- that came and then went across the hooded figure's face.

sobeille knew she should not stare, but she did - sizing up the stranger as the stranger did in turn. were it not for the wash of seafoam white cresting her spine and belly, she could pass as sapphiqian.

'ello. arrested by the crisp contrast of canary yellow against black, sobeille felt her cheeks flush.