Firefly Glen ^________________________^

as she chewed another strip of venison, sobeille felt pie’s eyes upon her. the back of her nape rippled with a strange energy — it was not often that wolves held her in full with their gaze; often, she was the one accidentally trespassing some ancient boundary by allowing her to eyes to linger out of fascination.

they were quiet for a time. sobeille continued to eat, savoring the noise of flesh ripping and chewing — though she noticed pie seeming distracted.

eating enough to sustain her for the return trip home, sobeille turned back to pie. she ran her tongue across her teeth, thinking. do you ‘ave many siblings besides tikaani?