Firefly Ravine Bleak

Voices rang out on the air. Not snarls and growls, but shouts nonetheless. There was panic in the voices, which she figured must have belonged to young men. She crept closer, still minding her silhouette and keeping herself hidden amongst the brush that lined the ravine, pricking an ear so she might overhear bits of the conversation and suss out what was going on. This scouting business sure had some juicy gossip!

But then- 

No. Really? It couldn't be. 

"Quennell?" She called out. A glimpse of red in the distance, and another, with him, walking away. They disappeared. She began to bound through the bushes, hoping her ears hadn't lied to her. She chimed out again. "Quennellll!"