Firefly Glen so shave your face with some mace in the dark

The matriarch, with all that she knew, ranged away from Moonspear to inspect the Glen. Far from amused by events past she wanted to ensure that her Wilderness would be safe, if nowhere else. But from her inspection thus far, there were no such sign of them. 

Ahead there was another, who from this distance reminded her of Meerkat; as she approached, there was something distinctly masculine about his physique. Alert and prepared for anything, the matriarch chuffed in greeting. Whether he wanted company or not, Hydra intended to ascertain whether not he was a Saint, Ursine, or perhaps a better, more honest sinner such as herself.