Firefly Glen Sweet Little Sister

Amalia demonstrated a humbleness that the northerner had never seen. He found himself smitten by her. In the same way that the raindrop woman had mesmerized him, the dark-haired sister of the storyteller had drawn him in.

She brought up a curious thought. Kannoyak blinked in surprise at such a query. He wanted to tell her that his parents would laugh at such an offer. They were proud of their son, yes, but he would not bring many furs or meats to their hearth. The white hunter was simple and the wolves of his village had considered him to be a hard-working, albeit ordinary man.

Amalia could purchase Kannoyak for one weasel fur, he jested with a deep chuckle.