Firefly Glen and time breaks your heart

He withheld a huff of amusement—her own laugh and the way her features seemed shifted seemed to imply she was less uncomfortable now. “Sharp wit is highly recommended in these areas,” he warned, his own tone bordering on teasing.

Wit and humor—otherwise, how else could one face the mundane day to day tasks? The darkness that was pushed upon them all, at one point or another?

Her inquiry drew a soft rumble from his throat as he considered, eyes briefly gazing skyward in thought. “The packs that have come are from across many regions. From Rising Sun Valley—where my own home is—there are two other packs: Kvarsheim, and Bearclaw Valley. To the south from there, a desert, where Muat-riya is claimed. They are… a secondary home to the wolves of Akashingo—highly religious. A kingdom, I suppose. These two packs have just left the gathering—there is news they are under attack. There is now a call of arms to assist them,” he continued, his eyes drifting downward to once more seek her out—was she a warrior? Or did her skills lie elsewhere?

“Closer to here, there are the Moonpacks. Three different villages—each have their own sanctioned leader, but it seems the one they call Kukutux, or ‘Moonwoman,’ is the figurehead of them. A matriarch. They are the ones who have organized this hunt for the packs in these lands to mingle and meet one another. They are traders, mostly.”

“Brecheliant and Sun Mote Copse make up the other two closer to here—the former was a pack I was once in, years ago… When my mate was alive.” His tongue clicked against his teeth—his jaw clenching before he continued on, unwilling to dwell on the topic for now. “I don’t know much about the latter, to be honest.” They seemed quiet—small.

“Near the coast, somewhere, a pack called Sapphique. I don’t know much about them, either.”