Firefly Glen party is over

He is, Antares agreed readily, and kept her answer close for later's sake. He didn't need to pry for any further explanation, label, or otherwise. It was what it was, confirmation enough for him before he could listen on, frown growing heavier to hear what should have been her fate, had the stars not declared otherwise. Moonspear would have enjoyed her, he liked to think, and he sighed softly at the missed opportunities--a vision of a future denied this time.

From there, he was quieted for another long moment, not missing the way she drove for the point. It was, again, honest. First Kukutux had spoke of the island pack, then Adrastus of mountains stretching to the north for days.. and Vallkyrie reminded him there were spaces where the splintered spear wouldn't have to loom over him. His stomach pinched at the thought, but it was sickeningly sweet to consider the temptation to just leave everything and not look back.

Yeah. It's.. I know. I want to make the right choice. I already owe them enough for being this patient with me--the least I can do is tell them, he reasoned. I think some of them may know as well as I do already, Antares supposed. Keyni and Melaine were both too smart, and had probably well seen through his bullshit long ago. He did want to have an honest ear with Bronco, just to be sure but.. the fallen Ostrega had a good feeling of what he wanted of this. Moonglow, he paused to sigh, grimace. --is a fair home. He hoped.. But, too, the fireflies were good wolves. They could make it work, wherever. With or without him.

Which was where he still struggled.