Firefly Glen this senseless, thoughtless world

any glenner welcome!

Thoughts swirled around his mind about the recent events. Holland kept his neck down, eyes narrowed and mostly to himself. A kidnapped beta, a man who took her that claimed to be a rapist... he did not think anything good would come from this. Confrontation had been a strong suit years ago, but now he was tired and older. Not yet elder age, but still an old man in the core of his being, he was tired.

Dragging his paws outside of his den, he tended to the garden he was growing. Snow was cleared away almost daily now, in small patches, and he checked the sprouts growing under the soil. He dusted the remaining snow with a tail, checking how deep it was before continuing. He had claimed this patch of dirt for the Glen's work in progress garden. But he didn't expect everyone to know that.

Footfalls courtesy of the snow made him look up. He grunted, a Holland-esque sort of greeting. The singular red eye focused on their form before it dropped back to the earth.