Firefly Glen she traveled this road as a child

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Her time here was winding down. She'd done all she'd meant to do, and now all that was left was saying goodbye to her family before heading off once more. It would be a hard goodbye — that was why she was putting it off.

Angel was wandering through a grove of willow shoots, eyeing each brittle brush in search of harvestable bark. It wasn't the right season for it, but she figured it would be good to have even just a little on hand. It would help her sore paw for journey ahead.

She found a branch that looked promising and chewed at the base, hoping to find a good strip to pull loose. A few uncouth words escaped her as she found it slipping through her teeth — louder and louder again each time she failed to snag a good strip.