Firefly Glen Here where once was found.

They were lead by mother—the bustle of wolves and activity was intriguing to the boy, but he remained silent for now. Scents assaulted him—some overly perfume-y, while others were brine-y. A wrinkle appeared upon his lips, but he indicated nothing. Instead, a brush of his shoulder was given to each sibling before they were settled in with their mother, waiting to see why she had taken them here.