Firefly Glen tânsittut ≊

It was not common for Glaukos to be situated outside of Mereo, but from time to time his missions placed him far from the battlements and in that way, his occasional sense of wanderlust was satiated. Perhaps Germanicus knew of this — more likely than that, the general saw the value of having scouts in the further reaches. The man had proven himself time and again to Mereo and was given more freedoms as a result.

When the call sounded, it was a voice that Glaukos thought he recognized. By this point in his life the witch was far from his mind and memory; but he was curious, because that voice tugged at something he had not felt unearthed in some time. As he entered the glen he thought of Avicus for the first time also, in what felt like a lifetime — but all such thoughts ceased to be soon enough, as he caught upon the wind many gathering scents.

It was as if someone had summoned a storm of wolves to these woods. As the warrior moved through the shadows, bear-like and burly, he could not keep himself well hidden; neither could the others, with their gossamer coats and bright eyes. He counted two already, and felt the nape of his neck begin to bristle.

What was this? A call to arms?