Firefly Glen Pressure

In time, other wolves approached, and Vale watched them in a sort of awed silence — he'd never met with so many strangers before. But, he reminded himself that they were friends — at least, future ones. The first wolf to approach was a white woman, almost an opposite of her mother. She was quite pretty, even with a scar. He found himself wanting to boast of the v-shaped scar on his forehead, a gift from a doe, but held his tongue, for now.

Eventually, he would introduce himself. I'm Vale Cruor, future hunter/guardian of Sacrarium. His words were quiet, but proud, and the large boy drew himself up. It's nice to meet you all.