Firefly Glen [BWH] chemically calm

A man crosses her path, and the sight of him alone causes Defne to immediately raise a brow. He looks to be her age, and smells of no pack in partciular. An invited loner, maybe? She doesn't recognise him.

Unable to discern an answer, she chooses (recklessly) to go looking for one. Are you returning from the hunts? She calls to him, come join me. You look lonely, tatlım. She's lonely, too.

She doesn't let her curiosity get the best of her too often these days, but is the hunt not a special occasion? Defne reasons that she deserves the excitement that only speaking to a stranger can bring.