Firefly Glen [PHE] silver swords

a hare ran wildly along the edge of the camps, ancelin hot on its trail. despite the number of wolves gathered in one place, the animal's calculation led it to a mad dash through the middle of the glen itself.
naturally the crowds made ancelin draw up harshly, laughing a little at himself, but he continued his now quite-slowed pursuit, a bit awed at the animal's courage.