Firefly Glen Sweet Little Sister

He was an avid listener. Her brother would adore him, because he would probably listen so sweetly to his millions of stories and not say a word against it. He was a kind a wolf she liked him thus far.

It had been hard making her own home in a place she didn't know anyone, but she had done her best. She didin't know how bold it was, but she enjoyed it.

She gave a soft noise and nodded. I do, very much. I miss the old trails I would run. I miss my family. The dens where I knew animals would be for food. The familiarity.