Firefly Glen You belong somewhere you can feel free

He had to try and keep his cool, knowing that @Fennec would be staying at least for a few days in a mixed company of Moonspearians and new Firefly Glen wolves. He and Meerkat were also in the process of moving some of their denthings to the Glen, stashing them safely in a sheltered area, but they had yet to find another place that was anything like their mountain cave den, buried deep within a mossy ravine. He suspected they could find something along the red ravine that split the glen, but they hadn't taken the time to find it yet; it was taking them some time to set and establish well-marked borders, and informing roaming neighbours that they were staking their claim. 

But Fennec would be able to hear the wind whistling across the plain, and the soft rush of the water flowing through the ravine where it swelled and frothed in rapids in the place where the bends and turns became narrower and closer. After walking through the foothills and past the erratic boulders left behind by ancient glaciers, they made their way toward the forested area near the lake, which was where Bronco had stashed something away just for Fennec. 

"Just one sec," He said, as he padded away to reach into a little rockshelf where he'd stashed the foxpelt that Kukutux had helped him stretch and shape into a pouch that she could stash herbs in, and carry it in her mouth. Its black fur, with silver-ticked guard hairs, was still shiny and soft. He'd doted upon the thing, and now presented it to her like a treasured gift. "This, is for you," He said, giving her at least a moment or two to inspect it.