Firefly Glen [PHE] There is hope in the shallow wells of winter, even then

"Crowds ain't really my thing, but I do like a good hunt." 

That's the part he was excited for. Seafood was fine. But he'd been craving large game. Something warm, with bloodied meat. Something that didn't taste like salt. 

"I wouldn't give my opinions too much thought, though. Seems like everyone's havin' a good time." he reassured. 

Moonglow was a name he'd heard a few times. He understood the territory wasn't far from here.