Firefly Glen the grand optimist

I am creaky, old, and rusty. Please bear with me. <3

While most roads did lead to Rome, Rian found that his own path tended to snake through the Teekons like the countless tributaries trickling down from highest heights to the lowest shoals. From the Frosthawks to the southeast, to the impregnable reach of Moonspear to the east, and his homeland in the shadow of the severe pike.

Doubtless Hydra yet ranged alongside the Cerberus. Unified, their rule -- their? Of this he was uncertain. But the desirous flame of his yearnings; a wick burned to ash, but a treasure nonetheless, laid to rest within the covetous corners of his quiet heart, ne'er to glimpse the daylight again. He knew from the westerly breeze that time granted her with blessings untold and oh how rightful a gift for one more than deserving of a boon; children, a mate, a home, a family. The burly Frostfur did not linger, but he imagined, more than once, three pairs of fierce blue eyes tracking him as he swept westward and away through the glen in search of elsewhere.