Firefly Glen and time breaks your heart

An ear flickered idly to what he thought was laughter in the far distance—but the solitude where they both sat was what truly spoke to him in that moment. Still, when she spoke, there was a hesitancy—not necessarily one of shyness, and he blinked in surprise at her offer to leave.

“If anyone asks you to leave, you can remind them this land doesn’t belong to anyone,” he offered, feeling a certain fire at the notion one would be brazen enough. Many packs gathered—surely, none of them were so arrogant?

“Though if you’re looking to find a place to settle for the winter, you’ve an interesting opportunity of many different pack leaders here to talk to.” If she were so inclined—his eyes traced her own gaze,  a brow arching. “If you were hoping to just find some quiet introspection… Well, looks like it might be poor timing, coming here,” he finalized, the faintest trace of a smirk pressing to his lips.