Firefly Glen i don't care so why do you

She had only just returned, her travel days past carrying her away from the Glen, away from her small and cold den, answering the wanderlust that sung in her veins in the true Ostrega way. Yet she did not seek to abandon, only explore; her return was bid when the frost clung to her coat, the tips of her ears numb with cold. Several nights, she had burrowed into the snow to stay warm, only to wake in the cold light of dawn and shake it all off to start anew.

Into the folds of the Glen, Keres stole away leaving her mantle of lone wanderer and explorer at the borders to don the role of packmate and friend. There were several Keres found herself thinking of, then, wondering who she might find the company of; Her nephews @Osiris, @Antares, and @Atlas, though they were likely busy patrolling and keeping the guard up as they had been since the news of Simmik's disappearance. There was @Āzon, who she knew was off traveling with another of the Glen-wolves to see and meet the packs around them. Then, of course, the wolves from Moonspear, who she kept up with regularly.

But her subconscious seemed to have a different idea, pulling her down the familiar path that led to the den of their resident medic. Snow melting from her coat, a final shake would fluff the rest into the dark air, though her ears were none the warmer for the movement. She wasn't surprised to see him sitting just at the entrance; Keres hadn't seen the medic anywhere but his garden and den since he had come to the Glen, though she did not give much thought to the realization, instead smiling gently, tiredly, as she spotted him. Hi, Keres greeted him, no requests for aid slipping from her then.

She was here to see him, after all. Not seek his help.