Firefly Glen they say no one is living here

Maybe it was not wise to walk the grounds of Firefly glen again, since the last time Wraen had done this, it had all gone down the wrong way. However, a chance for a good meal during a month, where food was harder to come by, was hard to overlook in the face of old territorial conflicts and grudges. Earlier that day she and @Maia had hunted mice on the fringes of this land and they were in no rush to leave the area now. As long as it sustained them, they would remain. Or... as long as none of the Moonspear wolves were aware that they were here in the first place. 

That night she had caught a whiff of a muskrat and wishing to surprise her sister in the morning, Wraen had got up, careful not to wake her sibling, and went after the animal. The hunt had been going good and well, the trail was fresh, when a movement and a flash of several little lights across the fields caught her attention. She paused in her tracks and narrowed her focus on the dark form in the distance. It could be anyone, of course, but she sincerely wished not to run into any of the Cerberus. Or all three for that matter.