Firefly Glen Cellophane Flowers of Yellow and Green

Raven wished Shrike could walk her home properly or that she knew something helpful and hopeful to say to him. All she could come up with was, "Thank you for taking the time to help me," and then, "Good luck." He had mentioned finding another pack before winter, which was coming up on them fast. She frowned thoughtfully. She barely knew him but if her parents had once vouched for him, then he must be worthy. And although they had only spent half an hour together, Raven could see that he was a decent man.

"Thanks again, Shrike," she repeated softly before gliding toward the caldera, refusing to look away lest she somehow get turned around again. The lights shifted and glimmered above her but she wouldn't even look at them, at least not until she was safely parked back at the rendezvous site.