Firefly Glen Phosphorescent

"He can smile, what a surprise," Wraen replied with a beam of her own. "It suits you, you should do that more often. You look less like someone, who will rip your head off in a dark corner and more like..." she tried to come up with a proper description, but nothing came to her mind, "...more like a wolf being." She finished with a sly grin, feeling that such freedom of speech would not be tolerated, if it not had been her, but someone else.

"Aha... I will tell her that, when I get home. ," Wraen pounced at the opportunity to tease him more, but was merciful enough to suppress laughter. "Turns out that your Ahilles heel - formidabble Highlander - is women. That they did not teach in the mercenary school, did they? That danger comes not only wrapped in bear-skins and as scar-faced buccaneers, but also as beautiful, but deadly women?" funny, how the world worked, but in Arthur's case it was quite logical. He had grown up with masculine women, amazons. Whereas he would have been a quite different chap had he been born among Blackthorns or Niamh's family circle.

"Oh, I am not proud to admit it," she told him, "but I literally fell in a hole. I noticed that I was in trouble only, when the snow gave way under my paws and I was already falling. I could not move much for the first day, during which I learned to appreciate the fact that I have four functioning legs instead of three. And now I am here. No need to worry, though it is very nice that you asked."