Firefly Glen Here where once was found.

It was not in her heart to want to take part- but it was her fondness for Chakliux to respond to his request, and while her pace was slow and her eyes weary, she journeyed alongside the others, bringing willing children with her. 

She did not hope to see Dutch's face among the gathering. Even if he had left voluntarily, she knew he would not be the kind of man to abandon his wife and children and then show his face at a big gathering such as this. By now, the widow's clothes fit her, and suited her downtrodden nature. With her head slung low, she kept a dark hood pulled over her brow- so she might not catch the eyes of any looking to find a future wife. 

She felt guilty and out of place to arrive empty-handed. She remained quiet as their pack arrived, fussing silently over the curls of Kitimat's ruff, and slicking back the raven fur between Seelie's ears to appear at least somewhat preoccupied while greetings were carried on. 

She pretended not to see Kukutux for as long as she could. There were many children, many familiar faces for her to see- she would let them greet the gentle matriarch while the grieving Simbelmyne did her best to be invisible.