Firefly Glen i look for high ground, for to build an ark

we work together, ying revealed. a black-tipped ear turned back as arcturus took in this news. making something -- but what?

his sister worked in strange ways. arcturus had come to understand hydra was pre-eminently the most intelligent wolf he had ever known -- but her shrewdness was sharp, and he found more than once he was cut by so cruel a blade. it seemed that whatever it was, ying preferred vagueness. arcturus took this in stride as he padded along the trail, nosing the undergrowth for a long moment before returning.

pine. pine-sap. pine-straw. the day old scent of an ermine. nothing here worth reporting.

"whatever you are making, it will likely be destined for greatness." the mountaineer commented dryly, knowing full-well that hydra and ying together was a terrible, powerful, incredible alliance.