Firefly Glen time well met,

The first hints of dawn barely broke through the horizon, a dim wash of light spilling over the rugged path Cole and @Arnarkla had carved out over the past few days. It was colder than usual, the sharp bite of morning lingering in the air, but Cole took a steadying breath, shaking off the chill as he glanced at the shape of Arnarkla nestled nearby. She was still, but he could tell by her breathing that she hadn’t fully surrendered to sleep.

Quietly, he leaned over and gave her a gentle nudge with his muzzle, his touch both reassuring and grounding. Ain't nothin' to worry 'bout, he murmured softly. There was a calm encouragement in his voice, a reminder that he was there, just as steadfast as he’d been the day before.

Satisfied, Cole lifted his head, gaze tracing the sky as he steadied his paws. Then, with a careful roll of his shoulders, he tilted his head back and let out a low, rumbling call for @Ameline, his voice carrying over the morning stillness, echoing in the space between trees and rocks. It was an invitation, a signal to begin the day’s journey, but threaded through it was the hint of anticipation, of an awaited reunion and a path well-worn.