Firefly Glen beautiful glass

it was the child of fox and peregrine -- she introduced herself once more, with her true birthname, and lasher moved to greet her, though he stopped some feet away. "i am on my way to visit a companion in another pack," he explained, his plume waving once. her scent had changed -- the reek of the caldera did not hang around her sunny fur -- and she had grown older since the last he had seen her, but wildfire still appeared to be hale despite the encroaching winter.

"it is dark -- were you returning home?" the druid asked carefully, wondering if she had settled nearby, and a brief flicker of worry entered his heart that she was alone.