Firefly Glen To send the flares out and light the skies above the water

@Osiris @Atlas

For whatever reason Sunhawk had ended up in the Glen. It took exactly two braincells (which the author will argue he definitely has) to figure out this place was heavily patrolled. Any second now, the occupants would roll up M1A1 style, wracking their shotguns and stomping the grass with their loud decrees of GET THE FUCK OFF MY LAWN.

The only problem was Sunhawk's two braincells and his fully functional nose were arms-deep in some juicy deer haunch, so he had no idea. Really. Not even a single clue that any second now, his venison chili was going to be rudely upturned.

So he walked oblivious to the gradual shortening of his life, until he saw two shapes up ahead prowling through the glen. Two hulking shapes with lamp light eyes and very clear body language.

Oh fuck.

Sunhawk forgot all about his haunch, dropped it, tripped over it two seconds after, and landed splat on his face in front of two of the angriest, surliest looking brothers he had ever seen.