Firefly Glen Happens each time a boy falls in love with a girl

@Nephele

Cole moved through the dense underbrush of Bearclaw Valley, his senses sharp and alert as he patrolled the familiar terrain. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows that danced across the ground. He was focused on the task at hand, ensuring that their borders remained secure before the impending journey.

As he wove between the trees, a tantalizing scent drifted through the air, capturing his attention. It was feminine and alluring, something he hadn’t encountered before. His ears perked up instinctively, a thrill coursing through him as he inhaled deeply, trying to identify its source.

Curiosity piqued, he slowed his pace, scanning the area with heightened awareness. The scent was intoxicating, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. He couldn't help but wonder who—or what—might be lurking nearby. The patrol might become more interesting than he initially anticipated, and the thought made his heart race with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.