Firefly Glen How many days have passed like this?

It was almost funny, really. Here they are, one wolf pouring their heart out while the other listened patiently. As if Keyni were the older of the two and Lunaria the younger. The physical age of her friends, of those she held dear were of little significance to her. It was the age of their spirit. And whatever that may be, she was accepting of them all. To Lunaria's trembling first question, she shook her head no, silently.

The raven was wrought with emotion, emotion that Keyni knew she was not yet done pouring out. Her facial expression remained soft but strong while Lunaria poured out her guilt. Her wrongs. And the tundrian let it cascade down over her shoulders like flood waters over smooth stone. "I know...we all know... There's little that could have been done. The damage by that bear...it was too great. It had already ripped the heart out of the Glen..."

When she saw the glimmer of tears threatening to fall down her midnight furred cheeks, Keyni swept in close. Pulled her frame in to rest against that of her friends soothingly. Stroking a dark shoulder with an almost motherly touch. "We all react differently in times of disaster. Some stand strong, others come together. Others run away." She drew in a slow, measured breath. "Sure, we would have been better off with you. In knowing you were safe. I looked for you. But even after all that has happened..." Now it was her turn to fall silent for longer than was bearable. "Lunaria...Moonspear is gone. It was struck by a falling star shortly after you left. Only a handful of them remain..."