Firefly Glen Speckles everywhere

Reaching the Teekon Wilds was no the hard part. The hard part was crossing it to reach Blackfeather Woods. Thick forests and high mountains broke the place down into the trickiest of terrains and Blackfeather Woods was intentionally at the deepest of it all. But Damien was trained to find home no matter what came across, and once he crossed the salmon lake he would find the looming forest sitting in the background, waiting for him.

The glen that preceded said lake was thick and wet, hard to navigate and dark even at the brightest points of the day. he scenery reminded Damien a lot of the Whispmother Grotto back in Blackfeather Woods, but instead of wisps, fireflies crowded and lit up the place making it even harder to stay oriented. He expected the mud, he expected the cold and the darkness, he didn't really mind any of it. In fact it felt a lot like home. But what he wasn't expecting was to see Potema's silhouette dancing with the fireflies. His heart jumped with joy at her sight, but as he drew closer he realized he wasn't actually home and that was definitely not Potema. He tried to back down and pretend he was invisible, but his approach hadn't been silent at all and he was already within sight and hardly camouflaged.