Firefly Glen But not by yourself

Charon tried to be civil, he really did, but when she said that she was scouting for hunting spots he felt anger boil his blood. She continued on quite casually so about how it might come in handy if they ran short on food. A split second he thought it might be smarter to play politics and ask where they'd settled, find out more about how they were doing, but it was too short and was soon pushed away by his anger about scouting for hunting grounds here, in what he perceived as his Glen.

This was where his children took their first steps outside of the pack, this was where he had spent countless nights joyfully chasing fireflies, as a child and adult both, where friendships were forged. This place felt as much his as Moonspear did, even though he had no real claim over it.

It was as if he was snapped back to reality, outside of his mind which drifted off to places -- to Osprey -- as if he suddenly realised that she was really not her mother in any way. "Fuck off," he said threateningly, his tail and head arching upwards as his body grew more dominant. "If I ever see any of you hunting in this Glen, so close to the pack you betrayed, I will tear your heads off." His eyes narrowed as he spoke and he waited for her to actually fuck off for a moment there, figuring that this would be enough and he would not need to exert violence to make her leave.