Firefly Ravine Americana

The faeries were no more, broken apart by the mere touch of the Greymoor Watch, which was growing ever more in number. Valmúa knew it likely that one of her brothers was bound to catch on to her covert operations, but that was not why she was spending the day away from the ravens.
The ravine that separated the two packs had become less interesting now that they were no longer trying to hold the fort, so to speak. She had yet to visit the Willows and cover the smells of the Court members with her own, but that was not her goal that day.
Instead, she headed out toward the north, scouting for prey animals in the hope that she might find something big enough to call in her boys or the harem to help her with. They were due for a large kill. So, in the opposite direction she went along the ravine, nose to the ground.
The man she ended up running into was not of the Willows, nor of any other place she was familiar with. She could see from a distance a russet about his lower body. She stopped and chuffed a firm greeting, her stance neutral but eyes alert.