Firefly Glen These never-ending worries pulling on my sleeves

She’d needed a release and a little fun, even if a part of her knew she shouldn’t stay too long. Bridget laughed as she jumped and missed her target, expelling a small cloud of fog from her muzzle as she landed back down in the gathering snow.

She spun around, but was startled to that at some point she’d attracted company.

Hey! No sidelines allowed. She called out with a growing smile. If you want to catch up you’re going to have to be pretty good. I’ve caught at least ten.