Firefly Glen And the sea was a reminder,

"Do you want to go in?"

The voice croaked, perhaps a bit muffled. Holland's singular eye focused on the woman from the dark depths of the Glen. He had been patrolling the border out of sheer boredom, renewing where he felt scent lacked... only to come across the silvery-blue woman.

She looked like she had seen better days. Still, she smelt like another pack and he was not her 'mate' in the sense he could waltz up to her and check her over. He remained where he was, a shadow and unwilling to meet the light she walked in. But, he did roam a bit closer.

His russet and white shone a bit out, wherein his black head did nothing for her vision. She looked like she was pining for the Glen, but he... had never met her. Did not know of her or her pack. He remained cautious. Just in case.