Firefly Glen it's planting seeds in a garden you never see

firefly glen had come to be. kukutux smiled, lifted her voice from where she had been burying her last fish catch in the coldening earth. 

in her mind, osiris would follow in the trails left by his mother and his father. he was young, but not foolish; he had been reared well and was equipped for his first foray with the other youthful hunters. and her notes twined around that of jarilo, singing of their aunt's love for them and her visions of their plentiful futures.