Firefly Ravine when i was alone, you promised the stone from your heart

a family. what the man described sounded a lot like what cam remembered of elysium, sans the reference to faeries and all that. it was comforting to know that similar-minded folk now inhabited the willows. the place was too idyllic and peaceful for blood to stain its paths.

sort of, he replied. but i was born in hushed willows. my mother and her friends are buried there. it's a nice place. riddled with nightmares for him, sure, but still undoubtedly very nice. he hoped the faeries took good care of it.

cam brought his full attention to the other wolf, then. i'm cam, he introduced himself briefly, then waited for the stranger to speak again.