Firefly Glen The Masquerade

She brings the swan along for the ride, marveling at how easily Bronco seems to forget her true purpose here in his excitement. Her gaze wanders as he speaks, focus drifting in and out, hearing his tone more than his words. The youthful enthusiasm, the flash of amusement, the conviction he speaks with. Strong interests her; she'd assumed he would finish with something like safe, secure, stable. Something to ponder later, perhaps. The mention of a witch sparks her curiosity, too, but for now she tucks it away; plenty of time to meet this witch, and the guardians and hunters Bronco speaks of. She glances toward him, then ahead, wondering what destination he has in mind and how far he'll invite her into the territory without his leader's consent. He seems quite confident in the combined strength of the two packs — but confident enough to ignore common sense? Her gaze finds him again, searching.