Firefly Glen just the same as i was

yes, that's fine :)

Unaware that it was him she was looking for, Cicero noticed the other wolf before she reached him to announce her presence. One ear turned towards her as he continued his lope, until it became clear that she was headed specifically towards him. Cicero halted then, as he greeted her under the blanket of night and surrounded by dimly lit insects. He relaxed since she seemed to have little danger in her step, and Cicero did not fear whatever she could do unto him as much as he feared, nowadays, the presence of another male. She was smaller, like he, though there was a distinct pointedness to her features that his lacked.

Her scent was unknown to Cicero, and as she drew nearer he decided that he would just cut to the chase by asking: "Does the wolf know anything about the whereabouts of the wolves of Blacktail Deer Plateau since their move?" Perhaps she would know, perhaps not. And perhaps she was part of them; it had been long since Cicero had skirted their borders, and he did not even remember nor know who lead the pack. It may as well be her, for all he knew. His mismatched eyes shone with curiosity in the moonlight as he looked at her, sizing her up and admiring the unique mixture of black and white fur that painted her.