Firefly Glen Those Who Dwell

Like a coyote toying with it's food. The stranger circled and followed, chasing a thing that would never quite be his thing. Not once had she moved. No, no, she'd been still, quiet, without even a change to her breath itself while quietly taking sight of the curiosities he was springing from her. The looming possibility that this could have been a pack wolf amused her. They were around, their scents flirting with her nostrils and forcing their way amongst her air. Surely, this was no pack wolf. Yet, this may have been no loner. They could have been nothing. So, that meant all but anything was ruled out.

So, by the end, when the stranger caught her eyes and fed her that sweet, sweet attention, she'd flooded to it.

Answering with a smile pulling at the corners of her lips, she came to a nice little sit and returned that eye contact. Well, at least he said hi to her! That made him not so boring. That meant these wolves and strangers could talk! It wasn't an abnormal language to her either, which made that all the better. "Hello! You look interesting."

Looking him up and down, she took a second before she quirked her head with a more amused smile next. Cool! Then maybe, just maybe, he knew of things that she could ask about. Yeah!

"What are you doing out here, sir?"