Firefly Glen in my heart i have but one desire

a boy.

he wore the scents of the group bartholomew had scented to the north of the glen. he wonders and thinks that they must feel confident enough in their grasp here to let their little sheep wander.

lucky for them it was a kind man who found the boy trailing.

bartholomew remained wordless, much like the child, and crept alongside his trail from a distance. a warm sound bubbled in his throat. no need to spook him too much.