Firefly Glen [PHE] The Elk Bellows Group Three

it was a strange assembly val found himself bound to. he looked to each face of the group, offering a small smile to any who seemed friendly.

there was arrluk, the boy val only peripherally knew as a friend of sobeille's. nearby, a budding youngster hardly more than his own children's age -- her brilliant golden pelt reminding him of svalinn and his get. standing not so far from her was a woman comprised of similar gilded countenance; val mistakenly assumed this was the younger's mother. last of them was a tall, spearing man far too lovely to be a hunter; something about the gold in his gaze communicated a cold elegance val could never hope to taste.

he cleared his throat, offering his name and pack to those close enough to hear it. and then when the signal came, val adopted a loose-limbed trot that carried him efficiently after the distant shapes of caribou.