Firefly Glen When Doves Cry

Kinusi hadn't been blessed pretty like her mom. Oh she did well enough and she wasnt ugly. She had her dad's colors and her mom's eyes. It had worked out. She just wasn't gorgeous like Pie or Tikaani.  But she made up for it with presence and confidence and cheek.

He had done well with his singing this wolf. She traced blue eyes over him. He was dressed in fall colors with deep sunset red eyes. A mottled browns and blacks. His fur sticking up in places. But it suited him this rugged look.

A soft laugh. Bright eyes. Pleasure to meet ya Katmai.

Her chuckle stirred the air again. Softer. Happier. 

I love to sing. I'm a bard after all. Bard, storyteller and healer at your service. And thank you for the compliment. It's not every day you get to sing with others. You sing great by the way. Not many can do that while running.