Firefly Glen Eat your heart out.

Boys.
To be honest, it was hard to see their ranks as anything more than boys and girls.
For Toad, though she was not an aging woman, she felt as though she had found her way into a pit of pups that had convinced themselves as frightening adults. In truth, it all felt like a strange game she was playing.

Under the dormant willows she went. She found herself on the borders on her way back from observing a large herd of elk on a nearby ridge closer to Moonspear. In the darkness, she found an unfamiliar smell and followed it with concern.

Eventually she found the source. He was young as all Glen members but Toad were. He looked like he had been dipped in mud at the end. He smelled like he had been here enough that he was "good" so to speak, and Toad relaxed with a chuff. Hey, she said, I'm Toad, are you new?