Firefly Glen where what's to be, they say will be

she had ordained to return to her mountain dish in the hinterlands, but harrowing was in no rush to reach it. now that the she-wolf could maintain a full belly again, she was eager to stretch her long traveler's legs and do a bit of scouting. she thought very highly of her chosen domain, but could imagine that there was better out there -- if not only more.

the gray specter looked towards the hilly impasse in the far-off distance, wondering how far south she should continue before looping back north towards the sea. she might have thought to keep trotting for another day or so, but the scent of several packwolves drew her buoyant gait to a sharp stall. ears cupped forward, she scanned the dense thicket for a sight of them, and was able to pick out one dark figure among the barely budding branches of the glen.

she lifted her nose to learn what she could of the wolf's health and sex, though dared not venture any closer for lack of eyes upon it's allies. the deviljho remained quite still and appropriately cautious, waiting for an opportunity to either engage or pass through unnoticed.