Firefly Glen Nighttime coming

It's just a little further.

The dark figure said to the silver guard. His speech was garbled as the sharp young wolf carried a stick with thick webbing on it and curious yellow flowers. Crowfeather knew the den he had found was perfect for a night of rest. It was serendipitous to think that he had stumbled upon a site where wolves had settled before. Several items had been left behind to suggest as much. 

When he pushed through the bracken and into a small clearing, the dark wolf breathed a short sigh of relief. He had found it again. Crowfeather stepped further toward the mouth of a large den site. The shadow turned his searching eyes back to where @Germanicus would be. His breath was held.