Firefly Glen my funny valentine

*runs in here* cameo... IM SORRY

As she made her way for Moonspear, the gentle hum of voices catches her attention. Familiar ones, at that. One voice of a black panther, the other of a silver drop of moonlight- two whom she knew to be accquantinces at least, if not friends. Her eyes narrow slightly with suspicion- she had not known Ying was so close. Without having heard anything, she's already curious- so she searches for a minute or two, finding a patch of Moonspear scent and unceremoniously rolling in it. Once she feels confident her seabrine smell is covered, she returns, making sure to stay out of sight and just off the edge of the glen, aided by the dimness of the rising sun. Finding a patch of ferns and bushes, she lays down behind it- unable to see the couple, but with perked ears, awaiting whatever more conversation may transpire.