Firefly Glen party is over

The dark night's ears turned back, listening for her, then his head, a welcoming gesture and slowly, easily, does the huntress come to linger at his side. Here and the forest. She jut her muzzle upwards, to the north where the forest of great pines could be seen not far off. My once home. It looked like the pack had finally come to an end. Different then his situation, for Moonspear left with a bang while Neverwinter smoldered silently.

These Wilds have not been kind to any of us as of late. She breathes out a weighted sigh, her icy attention befalling the man at her side once more. Between Moonspear, the Glen, Neverwinter, who knew what others felt such great tragedies. Why did the survivors linger then still?