Firefly Glen Those Who Dwell

"Yeah?" Swish, swish, swish! That base of her tail continued to move while he spoke, that nice smile resting on her lips while she batted her eyelashes and shimmied her shoulders together. Well, wasn't he something! So much knowledge! Very, VERY helpful. "Moontide, huh? Well, isn't that something?"

Goods. Traded goods. Oh, what wonders they must've had at their disposal. That ingrained itself in her mind, and she thanked this stranger for his kind information.

"Why, thank-ya, kind sir! Are you lookin' for anything in par-ti-cu-lar?" 

So, he too was picking up information. He wasn't a pack wolf, but he was a traveler, and travelers meant good things! Traded goods meant even better things for her, too. 

"I'm sure many packs would want a big wolf like you! You look like you'd be good for lotsa things. Might no one have wanted you? Do they seem most friendly, traveler? Why has no one put you to work?"