Firefly Glen Here where once was found.

ancelin kept the girls between he and ameline as they came close to the glen. he'd allowed their daughters not free rein, but to put distance between themselves and their parents as they traveled, so long as their elder sister stayed close.
but here he gathered them; the bearclaw royals were directed to their camp, and he employed their efforts. "go with your mother. we'll make this a home for now." 
now he strutted in gleaming scars beside his mate, reaching to kiss her cheek or preen her impeccable ruff from time to time.
he was looking for the rise wolves, yes; his indigo eyes remained strangely cold no matter how smiling his mouth was or how many greeted him. searching, searching.