Firefly Glen ^__________________^

Tiuttuk blanched a little beneath her swarthy fur. He offered this information so casually, like he wasn’t particularly bothered by it. She assumed he was just doing the same as she was doing, keeping his emotions close to the vest.

That’s… awful, she said slowly, thinking of no better word for it. She blinked, then tipped her head toward the nearby peak looming over the glen. Just there. She paused, thinking, and said, Would you like to come there with me? There’s a ulaq—a den—in a hollow log near the borders where we could shelter from this.

She motioned at the snowfall already thickening around them. It was fairly dry snow, though Treepie still wouldn’t mind getting out of it and curling up someplace warm. She imagined Rowyn might feel the same way, especially if he didn’t have anyplace else to go…