Firefly Glen i look for high ground, for to build an ark

the mountaineer lingered at moonspear’s borders for some time, tracing the scent of his packmates which frequented the perimeter. most mornings his business was here, but today arcturus drove outward into the glen below.

he called for @Ying, his gaze somber and posture alert. the wilderness, he learned, had been a rather cold place of late. and he did not mean the fresh swath of heavy snow that had fallen last night.