Firefly Glen I have you strung,

Anoana had found home in the new wilds she had come to. It did not take her long. She had lost everything not to long ago and had nothing but to roam, to wander. Yet the weavers of fate had provided. They had guide her path directly to those which shared her customs, knew her beliefs. She did not know of all, yet had found some ounce of familiar comfort in @Solharr. She did not know how long her feet would follow, yet she was content where she was now, as it were. 

Still, these wilds were all so very new to her. She wished to know them well as she once had her home before now long gone. If she were to pick up the pieces and continue her work now within her new community, she would need to know where to locate items. 

Anoana strode to the openness of the glen, leaving the rocky hole in the earth which she now called home. It was quite different indeed then what she was used to. Though painful memories haunted her. She did not think she could return to the forests anytime soon. 

In the glen was new blooms. Spring coming to full life in the open plains under the cloudless sky. A young, heavy buck grazed. She saw a dark wolf charge, only to be kicked down and thwarted by the forest prince. If he were lucky the smack would only leave a horrible bruising for a time. Today was not yet his time. That deer had many more years ahead of him, she felt. Would you like me to take a look at that? She didn't know him, but Anoana was a giving woman. She believed things tended to come in full circle. One day she might require his own aid.