Firefly Glen Swift

For any. Maybe if @Bronco wants to pop up?

Swift. She moved through the Glen at a quickened pace, moving along the outskirts of it not far from where the much more open glen met up with the thick forestry of her home. She wouldn't stray far from home, not alone and she was on high alert as she scouted out for any unwanted guests. Knowing that there was spies in the area, lingering as known as The Saints, she patrolled for any news. 

The afternoon was chilled, the skies clouded. The Glen was always a rather shadowed area on it's own, teaming with stream and creek which made the lands flood at the simplest of rains. She was glad not for it now, the earth just pleasantly damp. She sniffs and of course smells Moonspear. These were claimed as their hunting grounds whilst Vallkyrie took hold to the open plains north of home. But their scent was stronger. Not wolves just moving for search of food. A claim? She pauses, curiosity and concern tugging her.