Firefly Glen all these years you tried to kill me, boy you ain't made a dent

Grezig’s brows drew together in confusion as the young male continued his silence. He seemed to be trying to speak, however, and that confused her even more. Maybe his vocal cords were damaged. Maybe he was a mute. Who knows? Whatever the reason for his silence, Grezig did not have time to attempt to communicate with someone who wasn’t talking. She could smell many other wolves on him, which meant he was already part of a pack. So not a recruit. Therefore, he was useless to her. “I’ve got matters to attend to,” she said, and turned away to leave.

[Exit unless stopped.]