Firefly Glen [PHE] she cleans up

she knew it would.

maybe that was why the shadows felt colder at the foot of the spine. the nights dragged long in the shade of a birth village.

she was reminded of far places where the nights seemed endless — and how she had come back here when she could no longer stand it.

i fall asleep to the sounds of moonglow.

like a child with a favored lullaby.

the camp is quiet and the nights are cold. she rolled a stone beneath her paw in a familiar manner. she had done such when she had buried a wedge between her and seal hunter.

but she did not mean to make any wedges now, only settle something restless to bed.