Firefly Glen To send the flares out and light the skies above the water

The dark shade turned his sights toward the item his brother was speaking about. His sunlight gaze locked on the movement and he was swift to lift his dark crown into the air and breathe in the autumnal fragrance until he noted the aroma of another wolf. Glancing toward Osiris, the shadow from the mountain nodded his head and felt the hackles along his neck and back rise.
 
Their claim on that land would be new and it was likely they would find some who were either too foolish to steer clear of it or were too brazen to try to avoid it. Regardless, Atlas did not fear the wolf who had stepped into their hopes of a home. The shadow swallowed his anxieties and took his place at his sibling’s side. Osiris informed the beast that he was trespassing on land that was marked for claim. The stranger did appear to be something of a bumbling moron. Could they really hold him accountable?
 
“It would be best to leave,” the inkwell remarked with a nod toward the outskirts of the glen.