Firefly Glen it's been a long dark dirty road

The further removed he was from the moment, the stranger it became to him. Bewilderment turned to mild offense — that had been quite rude, hadn't it?

"You are a wonderful abundance," he agreed, narrowing his eyes at her declaration. He liked "how much" she was, and the idea that Leonore might not made him just a little indignant. A flare of protectiveness prickled over him.

"If she wants to be friends, she will have to do some toning up," he thought aloud. "If you are going to tone down. There is nothing wrong with the way that you are."

Suddenly, he remembered: "I brought you a present!" and he whipped around to pluck the raccoon skull up off the rock where he'd left it. Turning back, he presented it to her, setting it gently at her paws. He still wasn't sure it made a proper gift, but he'd try again some other time, if not. Still, he watched eagerly for her reaction.