Firefly Glen and time breaks your heart

for timeline/simplicity sake, I'm going to assume this is set before this thread if that's okay?

Commotion is something he is accustom to—at least from time to time. Yet the consistency of it since their arrival in the glen was overwhelming at best, and the darkened wolf trailed along a quieter path for the moment, the sound of laughter and voices becoming distant enough he could ignore them.

He slowed—the loom of trees withholding the brightness of the sun, though they did not fully block the chill of the autumn air. Leaves crunched beneath his paws, but that was not enough noise to drown out the sudden loud sigh.

He paused mid-step—gaze narrowing as he focused—his muzzle canting lightly as he realized the other was not far from him, and he was not alone as he had once assumed.

Shifting, Akavir pulled back the foliage of a crimson red bush, eyes capturing the form of a stranger, staring into her reflection in the water.

He missed the creek.

Clearing his throat, the Mayfair lifted himself higher—gaze wandering from her to study the stream, as if that made his sudden presence less imposing. “Are you trying to escape the chaos out there, too?”