Firefly Glen Away From The Tundran Vale

Antares replied first with a slow nod, careful to keep his expression steady even as he listened on. It was all the wrong time of year to explain fireflies, frankly. He could show them off best only by example.. because he didn't know too terribly much about bugs. Not exactly flame, but still a sight to see.. he edged in before his ears met so much more. Nevermind that, indeed.

It confirmed that suspicion he had caught onto early. This fellow was from lands so far from here that Antares had no hope to picture them. Across the sea, separated by poachers, escape.. It was far more than the average tale that came to them, and even there, he sensed a looming depth. In the end, his gut didn't disagree with the stranger's appraisal of the lands, though packaged curiously to him. Not fully solid? He felt the urge to glance at his aunt then again, looking to gauge her reaction as well but he felt he must forge on with his own explanation. We are still a fresh claim in such a formal sense, but an extension of an old one, he detailed, since the company had been forthcoming with his details. The least he could do was tell him more about the place he had found himself drawn to after.. all of that. 

With a gesture in its vague direction, he went on. We come from the mountain, Moonspear. These have been my family's hunting grounds for years.. Antares said. Now, with that in mind, if his assumption was correct: You seek a new start, hunting and ranging with us? he asked.