Firefly Glen [phe] shikariyaan

there was nothing he could do about the missing brave one. a sad occurrence, to be sure, but aditya couldn't bring himself to do more searching. he'd been gone long enough.

with the rest of moontide at the hunt ceremony, he decided to join them, leaving the too-quiet, windswept plateau to forge deeper inland. the sounds and smells of many wolves grew stronger along the way, and once he reached the edge of the glen, it was clear a great gathering was at hand.

when was the last time he had seen something like this? his time with extended family, perhaps, the cousins of bharat joining together as one under the summer solstice sky.

now, autumn chill whistled through the trees, their leaves curling, coloring, cascading to the ground with every breath of wind. it wasn't as cold as it could be this time of year, and with spirits climbing higher, he meandered down the main path, nostrils flared as he sought simbelmyne's scent.

dutch might still be gone, but his grandchildren were here—and they'd be a sight for sore eyes.