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Fireflies. The word was repeated as he watched the little thing crawl about her paw, before Stjornuati translated it to his own tongue, deciding he liked that much better. Eldflugur. There was a fleeting wonder if they burned but the thought was dashed away, seeing that the contact did not harm the girl that educated him. Better stars than bugs. The comment was his opinion given voice, though even that fell by the wayside as he looked from critter to wolf.

You travel alone. An observation made by the way she smelled, the way her frame lacked meat.