Firefly Glen where the wild things are

Note to self: we will decide where this goes in the timeline later

Ponyboy was gone. The island beckoned. Ana did not sleep.

Who needed sleep, anyway? Not her. She watched the sun disappear behind the horizon again. No progress today. That was fine. She would get there eventually.

Oh, but there was a man. Ana wandered closer, watching him quietly. No pack scent on him; that was good. It was dangerous to be so close to these packs, she knew. But where else could she go?