Firefly Glen [PHE] Strides

Rodyn dipped his muzzle to Aiolos. I don't know, but something is amiss.

He tilted his ears towards the downy moonmother and lifted his muzzle back towards the wolves of the palaces.

He spoke his voice quiet, so as to not incite panic in anyone eavesdropping. I don't know. A messenger came, the more the coyote spoke the graver their faces became. I was about to walk over and ask, and thought the two of you may perhaps like to come.

He studied the wolves. I will not lie. Though they are good tradesman and treat us well mostly. There is something that I do not trust. But perhaps it is simply their ways are so different and I am ignorant of them.