Firefly Glen all these years you tried to kill me, boy you ain't made a dent

Grezig had never been on this side of the forest before, on the edge of the glen. It would be rather spooky over here, if she’d been the type to become spooked easily. She wasn’t. Due to her stoic nature, the glen looked nothing more than an annoying roadblock, a place treacherous to move through if she ever needed to get past it. She wondered how far she’d have to walk to get around it. As she scanned the trees, her hazel-brown eyes landed on a dark wolf coming towards her. He did not seem hostile; he was simply walking. He did have a determined gait as he came closer, but he didn’t seem to be looking at her, or necessarily moving to her. More out of curiosity than anything else, she chuffed at him to get his attention, wondering what he was so keen to get to. “Hail,” she called, and waited.