Firefly Glen you're familiar like my mirror years ago

Though rain promised Teekon would soon be a verdant land once again, the dampness troubled vagrant hunters on their search for food. What small game remained stayed stationed in their burrows to wait out the summer storm and the ground became soggy and arduous to trek across. Valtyr made his way north once again, having no luck West in the Hinterlands, on his search for food. Earlier in the week, the pack had stumbled upon two fighting bears. The great feast provided a much needed reprieve from the troubles of the famine and all the wolves visited he carcass again and again until absolutely nothing remained.

New energy invigorated the Sveijarn, damp and cold as he may be, but his mind was absent -- thinking of the she-wolf, Gaia, whom he had met on such an expedition. Eventually, the weary boy needed rest, and so found a patch of Earth among the Glen's new growth. Curling into a tight ball, his lids slowly drooped until he was half-asleep in dawn's cool light. However, instinct kept his senses alert. The footfalls and smells of a stranger roused the groggy traveler. His bracken head raised above the grass, blinking dew away, as he saw a familiar face in the distance.