Firefly Glen weep for yourself

a snarl burst through the murkwood, putting arcturus immediately on edge. a crawling sensation scuttled under his fur, his hair rising as he saw a figure, greyed with a dark mask, come towards him with eyes wide.

at first, he feared it was moonspear come to iron out their claim -- he hated being caught unaware like this, and cursed himself for his own vain stupidity. yet the scent that trickled into his nostrils did not tell a story of mountains or even comrades -- for that, arcturus put his foot down slowly and set aside his rising tail. "who are you?"

yet it seemed the male was but an apparition on the wind -- no sooner did he catch sight of markus, he lost sight of him. perplexed, arcturus traversed the glen for some time before returning home.