Firefly Glen Those Who Dwell

During the time he looked away from her, she'd taken her time to look at him. That brown mask weaving under his eyes, the warm mahogany blanketing the bridge of his nose, the fading of his forehead and the ivory around his eyes. That snaking patch of oak on his head that trailed down to those eyes of golden sun. Even in this light, she could see the blinking bugs illuminating them as he took lookout across their perimeters. Well, clearly, he saw no threat in her presence. That was fine, she wasn't looking to be no one's fear anyways, fun as that sounded! No, right now, she thought he seemed like a mighty fine being to ask some questions too. This stranger asked one of her too? Tough, tough, tough! 

"Yeah? A traveler? Well," she laughed once, "me too, Traveler of South! I'm takin' a look around, but I haven't been too lucky in finding anything yet. So, I'm here. Lookin'," she said again, smiling and swishing her tail before giving him a quick look up and down. Big and capable man! Surely someone had put him to use before? "Do you know of any packs around here, sir?"