Firefly Glen Those Who Dwell

Accidentally deleted this three times and had to rewrite it, whoopsies!

"My, my, you are something."

A solitary mule. Might a work horse not wish to work? Rearing and bucking, he defied and denied! What a naughty, naughty work horse. Surely, someone would work him. Someone would try to break him and bring him to their home as stock for a larger army. She could see it now! General Traveler, big and mighty! Yet, he wanted no such thing. If only he knew, poor dear Traveler, that he would fit the perfect mold for the perfect sergeant. Sergeant Traveler!

"South? Oh, well, I'm afraid I've not looked that much, sir! But should you need," her tail coiled around her hind leg, soothing it in a gentle rub, "Perhaps Traveler would let me look for a suitable home for him, for a price. I am a good traveler, Traveler." Loyal to her beloved serpent, but a trader at heart, useful for connections.