Firefly Glen [PHE] Soul's Seek Truth

ajei’s scent braided between the hard tread of many wolves. sobeille stalked it intently, noting with a savage pleasure that arrluk’s presence seemed conspicuously absent.

she followed the trail to a copse that stood away from the main thicket - it was secluded, and quiet. there in the shade sat ajei, her body hunched with tension.

sobeille immediately strode to her side with a possessive bristle. ajei, she so loved saying the girl’s name — it belonged on her tongue. what’s wrong?