Firefly Glen to the ocean so far away

along she came, drawn curiously by the scent of the sea. 

kukutux had been close at hand, glancing briefly over the borders. the scent of moonspear was thick, and the odd tickle of warmth seemed to have ebbed, for now. for the present, she directed her focus and crossed over. surely hydra would not be upset at this. the glen was also theirs, it appeared. she would be safe here beneath the edict.

but the sea flowed into her, and the snowdrop hurried until she spotted the pretty stranger silhouetted against the sunset. there kukutux paused, ears flickering uncertainly.