Firefly Glen Those Who Dwell

Omnium once again gave her a skeptical look, but an offer of information was one he found little hinderance in making. A deal he paid little heed in the spectrum of most things. This little stranger would surely make herself useful. He watched her inquisitively as she neared him, and he came to a sitting position in order to be on more even ground. A small effort to seem less towering than he generally did. 

Although I feel I could regret this, you have a deal, little wolf. I have never caught nor tasted owl, but I will be sure to call you if I find one. The words 'My Traveler'' were not lost on him, and he found the use of the statement slightly strange. Perhaps it was a difference in culture.

Her endearing face eased any conviction he might have against their agreement, and he offered back a thin, meek smile. It appeared more of a grimace from a long time of misuse. 

Since I have shared my knowledge thus far, do you happen to have any information in exchange, fellow traveller?