Firefly Glen [PHE] iron blade

He didn't quite know what to make of all of this.

It was in equal measure thrilling and frightening to meet so many different faces. He was more intrigued by the idea of a hunt—his pursuits in that area had been limited to insects and small birds, and so he was eager to take part.

Alas, per Mother (and other adults) a boy of four months was a bit too young to participate in such a dangerous activity. And after all, she knew best.

Speaking of Mother. . .

Kitimat drew up wordlessly next to Simbelmyne and leveled a hard orange stare upon the pale wolf. What did she want? And what was all this trading business about, anyway? He glanced at his mother, brow furrowed in quiet query.