Firefly Glen It gets so sticky down here

ATTN: Firefly Glen wolves.

Life seemed to be going by without too much disruption. All the drama he'd picked up about certain packs and certain wolves being potentially harmless not seemed like little more than gossip to him, and while the pack had lost Cupid to an enemy attack, Jackalope didn't see it as a sign that war was coming. So for him, life went on as it always had- with very little change, and very little disruption. 

Until, that is, he noticed- as he traipsed South of the Neverwinter Forest, that he found markings intentionally left behind by more than one wolf through the glen. He investigated them, and thought that he might simply mark them with his own scent, for a lark. And he as surprised to find what he thought were territorial markings in the glen- which was wedged, more or less, between Neverwinter Forest and the pack that lived on the mountain. He sniffed; things were getting a bit crowded for his taste. In the interest of finding out exactly what was going on, though, he sighed heavily, and reluctantly called out in his thin, nasal voice for a meeting with whoever it was that was claiming the glen as their own.