Firefly Glen the warm sunlight on my skin.

Her seaglass gaze flit from cub to cub: two dark faces, one kissed with gold and one made of soft silvers. Each strong and confident, curiosity in their bright eyes while anxiety glimmered clearly in her own. 

She remained silent as she usually did in uncomfortable situations, and her breath hitched upon finding a sharp yellow stare on her. Luli blinked up nervously at the raveness, Mira she'd heard her say, and at once let her mismatched ears splayed backward in automatic submission.