Firefly Glen i'm wary.

Everyday the Déorwine would search the neighboring territories, and everyday he’d return, unsatisfied. Nothing he saw was fit for his followers, and so he’d travel further.

Cenric would not be returning to the woods for a few days. He’d gone far, seen many uninteresting things. It’s a shame, really.

Ah, but what’s this? The King parted his lips to take in the scent. He’d come across a pack’s borders. It’d be foolish to cut through, but he didn’t want to turn around either. Cenric lifted his head and howled for anyone who was near. One should always get to know their neighbors.