Firefly Glen [PHE] to the dreamers

Well, it seems like that many, anyway, Killdeer said with a chuckle. The glen teemed with so much life, it was hard to imagine any number smaller (unless all of these packs' ranks were practically overflowing, which he knew wasn't the case for at least Moonspear).

He was enjoying the boy's willingness to help out and was about to lead him toward his group's camp when he was stopped short by one singular word.

"Ring a bell?" Did it ever!

You're talking to half of one right here, Killer remarked, face suffused with curiosity. No wonder Simeon looked so oddly familiar! My mom's a Redhawk. Who are your parents? he asked, trying to comb through his mental list of piblings and niblings and cousins as he awaited a response.