Firefly Glen kullimagaat ⌓

He was enlisted to be an assistant today, and he was more than happy to oblige the moonwoman. Carrying the hide was a nonissue. And, while he would not voice this, it was nice to leave the confines of the spine, if only for a short time.

The route taken was one that was worn and familiar to Kukutux, but wholly new to him. This first trip would not commit it to his memory in its entirety, although Kyrell intended to finish his mental mapping on the trek home.

The tall trees that laced their limbs to form a thick canopy provided a refreshing shade. The hide yoked across his shoulders trapped his body heat as they moved. A keen eye would catch the occasional score marks upon a tree trunk. No doubt made by bull elk starting to shed their velvet. How many more trees would be marred once they began to rut? Soon Kukutux halted their march within view of several waterways. With care Kyrell lowered the hide from his shoulders to be rolled out. Emerald eyes set upon the pale fur of the moonwoman.

Are you hoping to establish possible escape routes from the Glen? It took some time to attribute the enemy to the man Cen. Kyrell did not believe the beast would be so foolish as to return; however, he could not deny that Cen was at large in the teekons. Or do we plan to map the territory today?