Firefly Glen in nineteen hundred and nineteen ninety-nine

backdated to 3/16

@Ying's scent wound like a ribbon through the glen, her presence as established as perhaps his own. arcturus followed casually, wondering if she had not dedicated the bulk of her morning to patrols.

a part of him (that was not small by any measure) felt her services might better be served under the spear, versus as an ally. if things were different, he imagined ying would have been perfectly suited to moonspear's climes, and he was filled with a tinge of sad regret as he came across the wolf he had come to know as a friend these last few weeks.