Firefly Glen time well met,

Cole listened, his gaze shifting over to Arnarkla for a moment, catching her expression before glancing back to Ameline. Talk of nearby packs gave him pause, a small nod acknowledging the value in those alliances. Swiftcurrent Creek and Kvarsheim—names he’d need to remember. If winter pressed hard, having friends on the borders might be just as important as food stashed away.

Sounds like you’ve got good neighbors, he replied, adjusting the weight of the kill on his shoulders. These pups’ll need every bit we can bring in, he added, his voice light but serious. He hadn't thought of anything for himself, nor did he intend to— did he?