Firefly Glen 〔❁〕Hikari no ōkoku

Her question was oddly placed, he considered. The stumble of her words—uncertainty, was it, that shone from her eyes toward him? He eased himself, holding off from moving closer to the ashen dove. He considered his words, tongue sliding carefully over a tooth before his lean shoulders lifted to a shrug. “What happened,” he repeated, his bright eyes drifting back to the looming shadow of the Moonspear. What had happened, indeed.

“Do you know what happened to the Moonspear pack?” Maybe, if he was lucky, someone could help him patch together the foggy memories in his mind. Help piece him back together.