Firefly Glen [PHE] to the dreamers

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At first, the patchwork of orange among shades of gray reminded him of Towhee, and he even thought it was his grandmother for the briefest moment. No, this was a young man, a yearling, with no pack affiliation to be found in his scent.

Killdeer approached with a welcoming smile and a wag of his tail. The existing powers had been summoned, but loners surely were welcome should they participate and play nice, right?

Hey, there, he said warmly. I'm Killdeer, of Moonspear. Welcome to the Great Hunt—did you come alone or with anybody else?