Firefly Glen party is over

Lane is skippable, she's further south, where the Glen used to den.

Lane was considerably deeper into the Glen territory, or.. was it considered the former Glen territory? Weeks had passed since the event that had displaced the Glen wolves, and yet they still remained suspended in limbo. The Moonspear wolves were similarly affected-- arguably more so, since they had lost their leader-- and yet they had managed to establish themselves in a new place, under a new name and leader. Each day that had passed, Lane had expected to hear the call that rallied the Glen refugees, the call that indicated a decision had been made. Lane knew not whether to expect the call from Antares or from Bronco, but what she did know was that they could not take advantage of Moonspear's hospitality forever. They needed to make their decision soon, before powers outside the Glen forced their choice. 

In an effort to not feel quite so useless, Lane had taken the opportunity afforded by her recently-healed paw to travel back to the Glen ruins. It felt good to finally have four good paws on the ground once again, and she had covered distance like she hadn't in months. Now that the earth had settled, or so it seemed, it was Lane's intention to comb through the mess and try to unearth what might remain of the Glen's medical supplies. She had managed to escape with her medkit, which was always ready to go, but the majority of the Glen's stock was still around here... somewhere. Nothing looked like it was supposed to, and Lane was struggling. What was supposed to be a day trip had drawn out until past sunset, and she had been forced to pause her search for the night. She nosed through the underbrush slowly, sniffing around for a good place to curl up for the night.