Firefly Glen I've been burning my heart out

A howl, a call. For him specifically. Holland roamed outside of his den, looking around before identifying it as Lunaria. Since it was not panic, he assumed she was doing good on her vow to show him the stars. He could always ignore it - he had work to do - but if he did, she would find him. 

So he marched toward her direction, finding the ebony woman waiting for him. There was some moss at her paws. He grunts, giving a curt nod of appreciation. "You found some" he remarks as he closes the distance. From what he could see, the foliage was in good condition.