Firefly Glen like a soft melody

A little shifting here and there, and he was able to ease into something pretty comfortable--given his choice of spot, and what he had to work with. Turns out it suited him just fine. At least his paws appreciated being newly stationary, finally, even if his mind refused to stop running along with the rest of him. He sighed, committed to this task of unwinding, though still able to notice someone's approach. When he recognized first the familiarity in it, and then who, he opted to stay put, not bothered enough to do otherwise.

When she came to him beneath the tree, his ears were tall, and body tucked up neatly. Truthfully, Antares felt a little out of place there for a heartbeat, usually casting a different shadow among the glen wolves. I do, he bypassed a more detailed greeting, and replied steadily. Keyni had effectively sparked his interest in that while he had nowhere else to be. Maybe she knew what he had been up to before here, or it was something else. There were a lot of options lately and he wouldn't give himself time to mull them over; best to get right to the point on this one. I don't plan on going anywhere, he added alongside a soft nod to say she was free to join him here if she wanted--though without knowing what weighed on her mind, he couldn't exactly guarantee comfort.

But he would definitely listen.