Firefly Glen piece of your heart

Her scent had been easy to follow, he was curious to know what she thought of Moonspear as it loomed in the distance. He had never travelled this way, but he had heard of the pack before. The long standing pack held a firm hold within the wilds, and Siarut often gave them a wide berth. Respecting their sovereignty.

Sia wasn’t overly surprised to find Leta in the middle of a conversation with a stranger. The young woman was very talkative, and cheerful. Siarut smile softly as he approached. “Leta?” He called softly. He wasn’t sure where Nanook had wandered to, although he was sure she would catch up with them soon. Siarut’s deep olive gaze traveled between his niece and the ebony pelted yearling, waiting for an introduction.