Firefly Glen Here where once was found.

The wolves of Kvarsheim traveled with experience of their elder members. The path out of the valley, over the mountains, and through the wilderness is both filled with awe and trepidation.

The stone prince was not well-traveled. The valley was the home in which he was born and raised. Even then, Ujurak did not travel beyond their own territory often. Not nearly as often as Sven. The world was so large beyond their patch of the rising sun valley. Had they not a destination and a deadline, Ujurak could have sat high in the mountains marveling upon the world below for days on end.

Firefly glen itself was also a marvel. A barrage of foreign scents assailed his nose. Turquoise eyes were wide, attempting to take in all of the happenings they could see as they approached. A camp overrun with floral and herbal scents caught his attention, although he would investigate it later.

After being introduced to their camp, Ujurak could be found at his younger brother's side. Happily introducing himself as Sven lead their meet and greet. There were too many wolves to count. The Bearclaws were there; this pleased the stone prince. Swiftcurrent Creek too. Ujurak remained cordial and kind, although he fretted over the Creek still. He hoped there would not be any hostility towards his packmates. This was something he kept to himself.

Aside from their neighbors, numerous other packs were there and Ujurak was eager to learn their names and what part of the wide, unknown world they hailed from.