Firefly Glen coeur du libre

A quiet day indeed. The weather had cooled dramatically from just a few weeks ago. It seemed they had only a tiny window of warm sunlight before Autumn's fierce winds had started all over again. Toad was already looking forward to Winter. At least then the herds would be easier to track and catch.

Very well, I stayed here for some time before I came to Moonspear actually, she explained, walking past him and along the border so they might continue their work as they spoke. Toad thought back to the evening she had met Kukutux fondly. Her puppies must have been just weeks, perhaps even days old. It's wonderful terrain. The herds have been scattering some, but I'm sure the hunting grounds will prove stable and fruitful in time. When the huntress wasn't assisting in the marking of borders, she could often be. found attempting to track and otherwise keep tabs on the deer herds that frequented the Glen.