Firefly Glen and time breaks your heart

For timeline sake, assuming this is before Mae's atack, etc. We can fade here, though? Tags for reference.

A diplomat—his nod was a finality—a relief in a sense that perhaps they could further move in the proper direction he had always wished to for the valley packs.

He was a fighter—he was no diplomat. Arric and Arlette were also perhaps a bit too sweet for the role of such—and the others among their ranks were certainly not ready to be as such. Perhaps @Viinturuth would be able to escort Morwenna as she grew accustom to the valley and packs—he would be her best resource.

She wished to go with him, and thus the ebony wolf prowled closer, muzzle lifting to better study her before he moved and allowed his shoulder to graze hers—the trade of scent—that she was one of theirs, if she so deemed it.

And then, a smirk truly did light up his face—his pale champagne eyes humorous as he looked back to her, beginning to lead them to the way of the Swiftcurrent Creek camp. “I’ll introduce you, then. You’ll feel about as welcome as a parasite by my daughters, @Mae and @Cygnet. Don’t take it personally. They scowl at any female I talk with,” he warned, hoping the belligerent yearlings wouldn’t ward her off. “They’ll eventually warm up. @Etienne, though, will be happy to also help you settle. He’s one of our packs newer healers.”

And thus, began Morwenna’s induction to the Creek as he led her back to their temporary home.