Firefly Glen pretty brown eyes

moonspear wolves maybe? or LWs? 

His mood was soured by the latest interaction with his father and Yehudis. He thought of it now, kicking his feet as he trudged through the wood that was becoming more familiar all the time. Aibreann had treated him kindly... but for now, he needed to go beyond where they could find him.

If they did not want him, he would send himself away- and so when he reached a point in the forest that was no longer familiar, he continued, and continued, until the scents of his people became the strongest- and then dwindled entirely. Nose sniffled curiously at the air and ground that no longer smelled of Mal, or Cupid, or Valencia- but of foreign wolves he had never met nor smelled. He paced forward further, sun rising over the world as he met the glen for the first time with wide blue eyes.