Firefly Glen How many days have passed like this?

Lunaria drew away and Keyni let her. She remained by her side, watching her quietly while she gazed in the direction of the mountain that was once home to the mightiest pack in the Teekon. She could see and feel the shock radiating off her dark friend. She could only imagine what she must be feeling now.

She sighed softly, heavily. Keyni had gotten over her grief. Had her time to mourn, to cope and to heal. Antares had struggled most of all, and she wondered if there would be a day when he was ever the same again. "From what I know, only Antares and a woman by the name of Kukutux and her daughter, Sialuk have survived." It would be a hard, bitter pill to swallow. But to try and ease Lunaria's pain, to give hope, she added. "Kukutux and Sialuk have their own pack, Moonglow. Formed in honor of their family...of those lost. It is my home now. And Antares is alive...but coping. I don't know his exact whereabouts, but I suspect he is still in the Wilds, somewhere."