Firefly Glen Shoulders back, chest out, and eyes raised.

He knew he had planted it under a bush. At this point in his life Glaukos had a hard time remembering which bush. It was either the evergreen shrub there, or the blueberry bush over there, or the nettle here; but a nettle wasn't a bush, and he knew that. But he was digging there anyway just in case. In the end there'd be a long trench here and some very sad plants with their roots exposed.

Nothing here, though. He huffed and withdrew from the small pit he'd excavated, then looked towards the evergreen; it would be a hassle to get at those roots, which was precisely why he thought he might've buried the treasure there.

Something moved behind him; he thought it was just the wind at first, but the breeze came from the other direction and brought with it the wolf-scent of a stranger. His hackles prickled and he turned to glare towards -- a shadow? No, there was a wolf there.