Firefly Glen addict,

Swamped was the glen, the rains persistent, strong, dangerous. Only every so often would it break only to come rushing down again harder then before, as though to mock those creatures down below.

Though the heavens opened up and the flood waters came, Vallkyrie was more determined then ever so tend to her duties as huntress. After all, new wolves were within her realm and with it, many more mouths to feed. 

She walked the darkness as both a shadow and wraith, her black topside keeping her well hidden and her white undersides slunk low to try to hide them as she slunk through the tall grasses. Though flatlands water sloshed past her ankles...the rabbits would have been flooded out from their burrows, but to where?