Firefly Glen cutting shapes

Further to the west from his present locale, the glen had beckoned from forth much like the distant tang of sea salt in the air had drawn them all to this place. True to its name — though unknown to Dirge — the realm beyond the Heartwood was alight with fireflies. He had spent the majority of the day in downtime and now with night settling in, he decided to do a little hunting of his own.

The venture out from there was an easy task as the forests melded together; there was hardly a change from one place to the other, unless one factored in the glow from the fireflies. They flickered and flashed to life all around him, moreso when the canopies opened up and the thick forest dwindled to thin copses. His dark nose twitched as he drew in the musk of the earth, drawing upward as he searched for a scent that would suit him. Nothing too large, but nothing too terribly small either. He'd settle for something he could use to split with @Saor, but if not then all spoils to the victor.

Long minutes spilled into the better part of a half hour before he had the suspicion that he was no longer alone. The air was thick with the scent of another. Intrigued by who else would be out at such an hour, Dirge couldn't help but follow it through a winding path that followed a course all its own. He delved back into the shadows where he could, steps quiet like a knave. He found the other — a male by the looks of him and certainly one no one sane would bother — awash in moonlight and fixated on that night sky above.

His position held and his breath quiet, Dirge cast his own gaze skyward to the haphazard pattern above. It made no sense to him, though he was not as foolish to think that there weren't some that existed with knowledge of what the sky held. There had been one or two, he thought, that had once run alongside of them in his natal pack. His gaze dropped back to the sterling wolf and casting potential sanity to the wind, he decided to approach the scarred figure.

"I'd warn you about keeping your head in the clouds, but it seems there are none," Dirge said quietly. He kept his distance and once again, had brought his own gaze back to the backlit canopy of stars. Saor would have liked this, he decided, even if he hadn't the taste for it. Maybe Nyx would have remembered the stories to go with them, too.

i really couldn't resist, i hope you don't mind