Firefly Glen frankie goes to hollywood

located on the southwest edge of the massive lake rodney, heading north.

in the nearly-twelve-hours since we'd last spotted juria she'd managed to travel north quite a ways; the scents of wolves were less dominant upon the air now but not gone, and she was more than a little irritable from lack of sleep. but she couldn't just stop. how had she managed to get this far without encountering an entire pack? she knew it was out there somewhere - all she needed to do was find it. what came next... well, she wasn't sure. not many wolves would welcome a stranger among them at this time of year. especially not someone so large and unweildy, who could eat more than her weight in one sitting and required constant activity. then again, maybe someone would see the value within her? the effort to keep her body fit and hale of health, the luxurious quality of her healthy coat -- therer were signs she'd been on her own for a while, but juria chose to look on the bright side. she was big and strong and a great addition to any pack.

but where the hell were they?

she'd found a dense coppice of trees that were intertwined with shadows; as loath as she was to approach it (being quite tired of forests and darkness by now), the plainsrunner knew it would be safer to rest somewhere hidden. the tiny creatures which gave the area its name were not out and about today - not yet - so she wasn't met with a beautiful or idyllic scene as she crossed along the path and delved deep within the glen. no, juria was met with lackluster darkness interspersed with shafts of spring daylight. just as she began scouting the forest for a good place to hunker down, a small critter bolted from cover and sped across her path. she was tired, yes, but hungry too - and instinctively dove after it, ignoring the twisting path and irregular, boorish way she ran, up until she sank her teeth across the vole's back and heard the bones there give a satisfying crunch.

when she looked up - resembling a sleepy bear with something far too small in its mouth - juria noticed how out-of-place everything was. did i seriously just get lost... again? she thought, and dropped the vole upon the dirt by her feet.