Firefly Glen eyes closed

No need to match length, all welcome <3

With each passing day, prey had seemed to grow more scarce and the conflict in their little group became more heated. Unable to tolerate the conflict, Remmy snuck away late one night to find somewhere quiet and dark, maybe find something to ease everyone's nerves and take their minds off the taxing journey and uncertain future. However, the lands were still foreign, and so the boy quickly became lost and travelled further and further from the rest of the Ferrettis.

Thinking he was heading west, roughly to where his family was, Remmy trekked for what seemed like an age. Instead, he had wandered even deeper into the Wilds.

That was days ago, perhaps even weeks, he wasn't sure. Now, he was a small, starved and haggard lost cause that could be easily mistaken for a coyote if it weren't for his dark fur — fur that was no longer soft and clung to a pronounced ribcage. His shoulder bones, too, jutted from beneath skin as he wandered with a tired, loping gait.

He ended up in a dark glen that, in the late afternoon light, was beginning to glow from the light of fireflies. There weren't many, but it was enough to make the coming darkness a little more bearable. Remmy sat by the edge of a thin stream, staring at the trees that bore no greenery, just like the ones back at the forest they had first come across. What if Giancarlo wasn't right? Maybe they had doomed themselves, their family name, by coming here? He felt his lip tremble at the thought, missing his family dearly, and leant to take a drink from the stream to distract himself.