Firefly Glen keep me hanging on

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By the time morning came, Coq is on his feet again. Sleep has return rather easily once meeting another wolf and he can’t help but feel he needs to find somewhere to settle. He doesn’t have the urge to act upon it right away but he knows, deep down, that it is coming. He’ll have to make a decision sooner or later (logically, he knows sooner, but with all the fun he’s having, what’s the rush?) but in the moment he sets all that on the back burner. The even ground of the glen is easy on his tired body versus the mountain terrain he traveled to get by and the rocky quarry. The restful night also gives him a little advantage and this morning, he starts off early.
 
The remains of a rabbit sits off to the side as he licks his lips, then his paws, and cleans away he remnant of blood that may be left. For a while, he finds himself using the glen as a little resting point—aware of the pack to the west—before he continues his travel through the rest of the world.