Firefly Glen [wp] i'm not ready to die

sticky, ajei called it. sobeille knew the feeling well. she liked when the pulp dried and the blood turned to brittle red dust.

but she was not ajei, and she knew her friend to always be well-groomed. it was one of the many things sobeille coveted about ajei, because she was not like others sobeille ever knew. of course. you deserved six of dem. sobeille grinned, pleased to have been part of securing arrluk's bride price.

community. people helping one another. standing alone, no wolf could ever reach the stars. but if they stood upon the shoulders of others...

a flush of warmth radiated from her cheeks as ajei brushed the fur along sobeille's forehead with her own. when ajei pulled away, the space she left was wanting and cold. sobeille searched her gaze, seeing worry there that fretted her features and brought her stomach to drop like lead.

and you mine, ajei. her tone carried with it the conviction of the sea; strong, eternal, and devoted. she wished to chase away the dragons darkening ajei's gaze; oh, she would do anything to bring joy back into her friend's face! ajei, when you be 'aving kids, can i be deir tante?