Firefly Glen born of cages

As the weeks waned into near a month, Rian found himself looking back on the events that led him to the present day. From his encounter with Cypress in the eastern marshes, and their inevitable dispersal; to the fight with Rannoch, and the gradual acceptance of his position. Rian lie upon the loam with his ears twisted northward to their former home. The timbers of Neverwinter stood bold amongst the rain and mist, visible even from this great distance. A small, fragile, part of him wanted to return and seek out his family. But their absence in those final hours had inflicted a great wound on him, and left a lasting impression. 

Rian frowned. It did him no good to think ill of his family, but he couldn't help but feel betrayed even now. He felt drained. He wanted answers, just as he still desired answers for his father's disappearance.

When he caught sight of Rannoch taking up a place opposite of him, Rian decided to take a moment to himself. He rose and set off into the rain without so much as a glance towards their defacto leader to indicate he wouldn't be gone too long. His feet carried him in a northernly direction, and it wasn't until he nearly crossed into their old hunting territory that he caught himself wandering the familiar trails he once followed whenever he needed to escape Neverwinter for a spell.

He sucked in a breath, and nearly turned around to head back when the sound of rapid footfall caught his attention. He whipped his head around and fixated on the sound, fearing the worst. Rian lifted his tail and hackles as the sound neared, but the wolf that crested the hill at a casual clip was both unfamiliar and non-threatening. Shamed, he cast off his aggressive posture before she could draw any closer and splayed his ears in a innoculous display.