Firefly Glen Coming?

for @Galen

Luhtar picked his way through the dense undergrowth, the dapple of late afternoon sunlight warming the thick fur across his shoulders. A faint breeze stirred the forest, carrying the scent of fresh pine and damp earth—and the unmistakable trace of someone familiar. His nostrils flared, heart quickening. He knew that scent as well as he knew his own reflection. Galen was near.

They hadn’t seen each other in weeks. Patrols, hunts, and the demands of pack life had kept them apart—far too long for Luhtar’s liking.

He padded forward, emerging into a small clearing bathed in pale light. And there stood Galen, that lopsided grin ready to greet him. The tension in his shoulders unwound with every step he took closer.

"Thought maybe you get lost!”