Firefly Glen and time breaks your heart

Morwenna noted that this land hadn't belonged to anyone. She thought so, given by the surplus of mingling scents wafting through the air, but she could never be too careful. It's moments like these where hubris often overcomes her, and she is met with tooth and claw. 

But with the shadowed gentlemen, Akavir, she got a smile. A smirk, if you'd prefer. 

Her face visibly brightened at his suggestion— she supposed she was in the perfect spot to find a home for the winter, or the years to come. Morwenna was a deeply loyal individual, and didn't find the benefit of crowd surfing other's hard worked achievements. 

Morwenna gave a soft laugh, her gaze drifting thoughtfully over the landscape as he spoke. 

Quiet introspection? Here? It seems I may have misjudged the season’s charm, she quipped, a hint of mischief in her eyes. I suppose I’ll need a sharper wit than usual to claim my spot if I'm to survive the winter here undisturbed.

Her expression softened slightly as she looked back to him, the flicker of humor remaining. Though, it seems I’ve wandered into quite the marketplace of pack leaders, haven’t I? I’d hate to seem… eager. She gave a mock sigh, rolling her eyes with exaggerated exasperation. 

I'd like to meet one. If you know any.