Firefly Glen [PHE] qanglaxtal

There had been a shift in energy at the hunt—but Nantahala wasn’t sure what’d happened.

She’d watched as the adults had gathered to talk, then as some departed, and now, she watched those who remained. There was a nervous energy among some in the group, and she fed into it. Her legs grew restless, her heart quickened somewhat, and her mind raced as she tried to seek the answers that’d pacify these feelings.

While she knew there was much for her to do—namely find a potential match for her brother and tend to Moonglow’s camp—she skirted her responsibilities to mingle with the rest of the wolves. Perhaps after knowing what’d happened, she’d return to her duties.

After throwing the mountain cat’s fur around her shoulders, she departed from Moonglow’s camp and headed in the direction of Swiftcurrent’s, her eyes searching the crowd as she drew closer to the neutral territory on the other side of the other camp.