Firefly Glen [BWH]I sit and I wonder

She must be crazy, coming back here, to these Wilds, these lands, these wolves. What good had this place ever done for her?

Yet her lonely heart ached as it did from time to time, and when it ached, she ran.

And ran and ran, both from and towards. Loneliness lost her in the maze of a million faces, and when she finally crested the edge of the Glen with its multitude mingling within, Jasmine descended until their scents became her own, and loneliness couldn't follow.