Firefly Glen ivalu ✦

As ever, the glen was a suitable place for hunting. At least parts of it—there were places that he did not dare to venture, not quite willing to stray too far from Moonspear’s reach. Though truthfully it wasn’t the necessity of hunting that drew him out there. Osiris had gone out at some point, his scent weaving past the borders into the fringes of their claim where these hunting grounds existed. It wasn’t fresh, but it wasn’t old either, and Dirge’s features had set to a frown if only for the memory that it was here his son had been attacked, and it was here that he felt prying eyes most certainly lurked.

But where exactly Osiris had gone was a mystery to him, one that he wasn’t so sure that he wanted to pry into, and thus the guise of hunting became a more fluid reality. His son had returned, presumably, and there would be much to occupy all to whisk away thoughts of ventures long term.

He found an old trail to follow, one still in use, and carried on in his attempt to lay wonder to rest… when Kukutux cut clean into his line of sight through the part of tall grasses. Now this, he could have a more present interest in and so he called to her gently, his course altering to join the trek she made. Was she alone? He wanted to doubt it, and his gaze wandered all the same, curious if Jarilo had come out with her.