Firefly Glen They will fight

Clearly, Haedwig didn't love the idea of having a dog around. Kindle felt just a little torn by this fact. His stronger bond was with Cosmo, who fed a different sort of need for validation for him — but that friendship would likely cause many wolves the same sort of discomfort and disdain that Cosmo caused Haedwig, now.

The pragmatic thing to do, he thought, would be to send the dog away. He didn't belong with them, anyway. But something of his great-grandmother's herding instincts must have lived on in him: he could not fathom the idea of sending away one of his flock.

Still. "Cosmo," he murmured, reluctant censure in his voice. He was sure that talk of such alien things would bother the old woman, even though Kindle himself found the subject fascinating. He was glad when the dog offered what Kindle thought of as a peace-making gesture.

"Have you still got all your flowers?" he asked her, sniffing in her direction. Was that — garlic? He reeled back a fraction, slightly put off by the scent.