Firefly Glen The words hung above

Travel thread dated around April 10th.

He'd been this way before; it wasn't like he could recognize any particular routes with extreme clarity, but he had begun to see the world differently since being smacked in the head. Maybe that was why he'd given in to his primal lust mere days after accepting the aid of the Firebirds — and then with his guilt ripe in his heart, he fled from them. It was nothing he should have felt poorly for, although the knowledge that he had fought one of their upper-rank members was a pretty strong indicator that he couldn't go back. His roaming was effective; he made good progress away from the hinterlands and the further he got, the more he forgot about the encounter with the lustful black-phase wolf. All he could recall by the time he found himself within the glen, was that he could not go back, whatever that meant.