Firefly Glen Sweet Little Sister

It was good to hear that the woman did not insist on some depth inside him. The white hunter had always described himself as a simple man. He did not need complexities. Kannoyak was a dutiful and hard-working individual who had built his life around his trade. There were no surprises in his days. He knew what his paws would carry him to do. While this may have seemed a quiet life, there was comfort in it.

Amalia compared a night sky to something simple. The man chuckled and nodded his head in agreement. She had many words to describe things. Kannoyak enjoyed listening to her speak.

This man has not leapt into leaf piles, he admitted after a moment of quiet walking, of pondering on the things the dark woman had shared. The pale wolf had grown with glaciers and endless stretches of white snow grounds. Kannoyak had visited villages in the trees, of course. He had only ever seen them in the thick of winter, bare-boughed and dark.