Firefly Glen I slithered here from Eden

Keeping it vague, but he's traveling towards the coast. AW! Open to invasion by @Rosalyn @Rat @Vlad and anyone else, go nuts.

The winds were whipping through the glen, and around him, when he arrived in the area. Not even the fireflies which granted the fields and forest their name could keep up; it was a gray darkness, an early night, which greeted Njal. He wasn't sure where he was going, or why. Maybe the Russian vagrant and his second-in-command were following him - maybe he had escaped their attention, he wasn't paying much of his own. Yes, that wind bit in to his body like no other; it was like the north was howling around him, calling to him in fits and starts, alive and agitated by his course. He ducked his head and snaked along, feeling his energy wane with every pulse of wind.