Firefly Glen ivalu ✦

A cold place, a northern place. He had been to northern lands before, but they had not been to his liking. ‌While abundant with its own treasures untold and unseen, it was a bleak place with a mute palette. He thought the same of deserts too, in fairness, but also knew that both required a certain sort to reside there. Hardy and clever; many wolves that resided here had those qualities too.

“No, I’m not from here,” he said vaguely. “I’ve been here for quite some time now though, perhaps arguably most of my life. Where I came from isn’t northern and cold like your own, but more… temperate. Better weather, if I‌had to cede a positive over here. It was much more south of here than this place.”

He discovered that he struggled to recall the place. The emotion, however unpleasant, still lingered… but the overall memory of the place had given way to dust and rot and perhaps all the better for it. But none of this he found himself inclined to let on about—he felt he could remember enough to conjure an image.

In the spirit of their conversation, he decided he would try.

“Instead of icy oceans and seals, we had mountains and their waterfalls with deep valleys; rivers that cut through them, fast and wild. I’d almost be willing to say the mountains there made this one seem small,” he recalled loosely. His brow furrowed as he grasped for what he did remember. “The eastern side of mountain range was a dry place. I think it led towards the sands. It was a very long time ago now,” he admitted with the shake of his head.