Firefly Glen How many days have passed like this?

Keyni didn't know why, on this day, that she chose to return to the Glen of all places. She had long since come to terms that the territory and the pack, was gone. The remnants of their numbers were scattered across the Wilds, living lives of their own. Putting this hurtful past behind them. Bronco and Meerkat had returned to the Caldera. Antares and Vallkyrie were roaming, wrapping up unfinished business. Lane had returned to wandering as well, offering her services as a medic to whomever those were in need. And she, she had settled in Moonglow. Hoping there, she would feel at home. And she did.

Picking her way through the ghost town that was the Glen, Keyni looked for nothing in particular. Perhaps, maybe some leftover supplies of herbs or skins or something she could salvage from a cache. She felt no attachment to this place, pressing on so as to make her way out as quickly as possible. It was difficult to not let the feeling of her skin prickle uneasily while surrounded by such gloom.

Ahead, directly in her path, she was surprised to find a solitary dark figure. Just sitting, weeping. She didn't think it could be Antares - he was elsewhere. Their figure was too small. Then it hit her. Lunaria. Jade eyes widened, ears falling back. She had never thought she would see her again, left to wonder what had happened to her and where she went. Padding up to her side softly, Keyni took a seat beside her. "There is nothing left for anyone here. The Glen is long dead."