Firefly Glen [PHE] silver swords

when he glanced down, a boy was there. he wore a seaside scent and reminded the bearclaw man at once of his daughters. a wave of his tail greeted the young hunter. "are you following that too?" he asked, but had already decided it must be so.
"we have to get around everyone else," ancelin explained. "come on. it's gone that way." he stalked off, glancing back once for the dark-muzzled child.