Firefly Glen Swift

He smiled. He liked Hydra- but he did consider himself to be frtunate because he'd been introduced to her by an ally. He imagined someone having to approach such a stately figure, the queen of a treacherous mountain- without already having some form of friendship or connection. He'd seen Hydra in action, and his swarthy queen had never been anything less but impressive. 

He was also relieved when Vallkyrie admitted that she generally hunted elsewhere- but he had to wonder how many other Neverwinter wolves would have preferred to chase down prey within the Glen? It was fairly close to their claimed lands, though they had begun marking their own borders witin the Glen, not right at the edge of the evergreen forest, so as to give them somewhat of a buffer zone...But they had still, somewhat effectively, claimed a vast expanse of territory fairly close to another pack. 

When she pranced toward him, he dipped into a play bow, before he bounded a couple steps to the side, nipping at the air between them as though he'd been invited to, and had begun to engage in a dance. "You sure you always wanna play it safe?" He teased, dropping into another play-bow before he bounded toward her, with the intention of either starting a playfight, or spurring her into another chase.