Firefly Glen apuyyak ⚵

Since he had been roaming close when she called, Antares decided to answer--not immediately knowing what the pale healer could need here anyway, but he'd go find out. Hopefully it wasn't about bad news from the mountain. His low-slung prowl headed her way, his approach snaking along their boundaries.

When he could see her, prey in tow, he swept his tail against his knees in a silent greet. Though not a close bond, but he was plenty familiar in her company--able to relax, at least, and especially respectful of her place among the Moonspearians, and by extension, the family. You can come in, he said with a chuff, offering a swing of his snout towards their heart. How are things? the yearling asked, right to it, as he stepped near.