Firefly Glen These never-ending worries pulling on my sleeves

Hold on, was this… was this wolf flirting with her?

Bridget had to take a moment, but then her smile grew a little more at the pure delight of it. It had been a hell of a long time since anyone had, and even longer since she’d been able to honestly return the favor. She could be friendly with about anyone she met, but flirting with guys she had no intention of getting further with always struck her as shitty. She never did it if she could help it.

This girl… she was cocky. Bridget was immediately a fan.

Oh, I’m a hell of a lot harder to catch. But you get more than points if you manage it. She winked, shifting her stance ever so slightly on the snow. She had no doubts at all that this girl could outpace her easily, but she’d still spring away and take off if it looked like Keen was up for the game. Would she take the hook?