The Strange

Rasha shook her coat, dispatching a small number of the fireflies from her coat, while others clung fast. The other wolf asked is she was ok and she nodded, "I'm fine- it happens a lot."

The woman explained that she didnt normally see fireflies in the winter, and said her name was Mæva. "I dunno. This is my first season out of the den since I'm sickly and all. Never seen them before today. I'm Rasha! From Fireside!" She beamed up still very puplike to the world- not that her height helped with that perception any.

Rasha eyed the woman over a few times, ".... So.... You a firefly expert?"