Firefly Glen time well met,

She'd noticed the tall man's absence, but given his situation she had come to the assumption that he might be off, looking to see if there was anyone in the area that he knew. She knew there was a chance that he could cross paths with an acquaintance- and that it might either lure him back to his homelands, or drive him to hide. As far as she could tell, he had some secrets- and she was happy to leave him with them. 

They all had secrets, after all. And they'd all get along better if they respected that fact.

She stretched, warming up her muscles with a shake, pausing in a deep bow when she heard Cole call for her. She murmured a few words to her husband, fussed over one of the girls' bedhead, and then began to meander out into the treeline where the call had come from. 

He was doing the polite thing, she thought. Letting her know he'd found his way home. She went forward with the assumption that she'd yet again be down another potential packmate. 

Chin up. Maybe at least Milana will still be in the Valley when you get home...

He looked well, when she caught sight of him. Better than before- considering that he looked even more content with a pretty woman at his side. Her eyebrow raised, but her lips pulled up faintly in amusement. She appraised the woman briefly, noting her health, the thickening of her pelt, the moonbeam shade of her eyes and the light tilt of her head which she assumed was due to curiosity. She gave a nod of her chin to Cole, and drew to a halt. 

"Makin' friendth I thee," She said. She wouldn't presume that out of the two women, she knew Cole better. For all she knew, perhaps this was a childhood friend who had also found themselves drawn to the pack hunt; regardless, she smelled like a lone wolf.