Firefly Glen weep for yourself

*yoink*

firefly glen had, for the longest time, been off limits to arcturus. he was too afraid he would see moonspear wolves there (coward). it had taken months, but today, arcturus took the first steps into the territory of his birthright since his self-exile from the spear.

it was gorgeous. he had forgotten the winking lights, the peaceful bliss -- the quiet settling of the forest as night crept over it. it was almost serene, except...

he could scent another wolf here. an age-old territorialism overtook him, and for a moment he strove to drive the intruder out. oh, how habits died hard! oh, how instinct made a fool of him!

he was not moonspearian anymore. he was not a mountaineer. this wolf had every right to be here as he did.

so, arcturus cried out into the dark: "who is there?"