Big Salmon Lake I saw fireworks from the freeway

"Really?" Lane responded, surprised to hear Toad Amelia was the oldest of her pack. She really didn't seem all that old. Lane wondered if that was a lonely feeling. She had never considered that you could join a pack but still feel lonely. 

Lane began scratching at the edge of the comfrey patch, pulling away the dirt and dryed, browning stems to unearth the roots beneath. The roots were set aside carefully. 

"I guess Firefly Glen is a pretty new pack then. Sounds like a refuge for people who just left home for the first time." Or maybe Lane was just hearing what she wanted to hear? "I met some people like that, people my age who are making a pack called Ivory Rose in those spooky woods over there." Lane nodded toward a dark spot on the horizon, across the meadow.

"I.. I might help them, if I can get over the creepiness of the woods. I dunno." Lane hadn't yet admitted out loud (or even really to herself) that she was thinking about joining Zephyr's crew. She almost surprised herself, hearing the words come out of her own mouth.