Firefly Glen party is over

Willingly he considered the forest when she guided him to it, and slowly, his frown deepened. It all seemed so lonesome now, almost eerie. Carefully, he hung upon her words: my once home. He felt that, too, though he might not know exactly why she departed from their lot. It could be any number of reasons. He suspected maybe one's cause. What.. happened there? he asked vaguely, eyes narrowed off towards the distance--not even sure how much she knew given he did not know the timeline of their leave, or hers. Antares had been wrapped up in his own grief since the bear had come upon their comrades, so everything was a wicked blur since.

That's one way to put it, he agreed readily. What had once been such prosperous times for them, reduced to this--him, haunted by the times past. It doesn't feel right here. Not anymore. Antares imparted after a pause, and a swing of his muzzle towards the heart of the glen. He was still keeping his back to Moonspear, as well as he could help it. The wilds had changed dramatically for him, and slowly as he began to mend, he wondered what he might be like on the other side of this all.