Firefly Glen party is over

Night fell. The moon was barely a sliver again and slowly, Antares worked his way on a path to Firefly Glen. He was in no particular hurry to get there, so an easy walk suited him, but felt compelled to go just because he wanted the motion. He had not seen Bronco in a bit, who he had considered trying to coax into going with him first, but those efforts had instead ghosted him over a fresher trail on @Vallkyrie. Maybe she would humor him for a few, if nothing else.. but it turned out he found the fringes of the glen before coming across any other wolves. The Ostrega kept to his mosey anyway, pointing to the northeast.

He barely skimmed their edge, or where it had been, roving close to where they pressed their luck with Neverwinter--a stretch he used to like to patrol, and now it was going to bring him comfort in distance from the wounded peak. It was quiet, too, and he missed.. everything. An entire turn of the moon later to digest what was a fatal blow, and it was no easier. Thanks to this, Antares felt he owed explanation to every other firefly at any given time, but instead, slinking through the dark over their old abandoned borderlands was the best he could do tonight. Hollowed, he found he could not even summon the energy to particularly care.