Firefly Glen and time breaks your heart

Morwenna was delighted when the male decided to accept her invitation. It wouldn't have been the end of things for her if he hadn't, she'd been on a streak of losses as of late. It was the little things that sparked enjoyment back into her life, and who knew, it came right here with the shadow-y man. 

His eyes had been like pools of muted gold. When she looked at him, his comment about his name and pack she presumed, it felt endearing to speak to another wolf. Someone who didn't know who she was upon first glance, gasp, mock her, judge her for her actions. Here, she was no queen. Here, she was just...Morwenna.

Morwenna. Well acquainted, Sir Akavir. His name was foreign on her tongue, not like those she'd grown up around. But that's the thing— she wasn't home. And that was the best part about all of this. 

I have no...pack. The word 'pack' was toilsome when she spoke. She'd been from Kingdoms, courts, but here...life, almost, felt simpler. Your pack is...S-Swiftcurrent Creek? Her head tilted to the side, deciphering what he meant, though her voice remained gentle, solemn, afraid to wake the peeping frogs from the waterbed.