Firefly Glen ᐊ qimmiq

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red does as told.

he plants his paws in the frost, the air biting at the torn edge of his muzzle. breath rolls thick from his nose, curling in pale ribbons around the dark bulk of him.

her eyes settle on him, commanding, and he can't help but to smile in return. beautiful eyes, he murmurs to her, holding her gaze, before it lowers on instinct.

sweeping through the glen, looking upon the many wolves gathered. his first thought: this is a huge pack.

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