Firefly Glen [PHE] Hello fellow hunters

tavina followed, happy for the distraction and the leaving-behind of the milling din. willowbranches hung over them, revealing a peaceful oasis of freshwater and little chipmunks.

"it's much quieter here," she told him with an approving glance, purpled eyes watching the little waves which marked the flicking fins of trout and bluegill. "do your clans often come to the glen?"