Firefly Glen But she knew.

The Glen was massive. Patrolling it took even the most energetic members days at best. Toad had been assisting in the task nearly every day, despite the furthest corners being too far from the rendezvous to rejoice with her chosen family at the end of each long day.

The air was cool and crisp. The scent of dried conifer needles and damp leaf piles were an ever present fragrance that hung in her nose. Nearly every tree along the border that stood away from Neverwinter was marked with the scent glands from her face and body, for the huntress had long run out of urine. She didn't know how boys did this all day long.

It was just after one of these scent rubs that she found an unfamiliar face along the newly forming borders. She raised her tail, though it was as much in a friendly nature as it was in a "this place belongs to my pack" meaning. She strolled confidently toward the soft-coated lady, who seemed equally relaxed. Hello there, she said, sniffing politely at the woman from a distance. Are you from Neverwinter? The tone of her voice was soft. Her tail fell easily and Toad tilted her head.