Firefly Glen it's planting seeds in a garden you never see

The howls rose up from below the mountain, near the lake where Tehama had met Tahoe.  Now the lady lay upon a north-facing outcropping above the treeline of Moonspear, where she had been watching the stars, bathed in the light of the full moon.  She let the calls of many both close at hand and further afield mingle, absorbing what she could of their message, but it was clear that this was a family affair with much that the newcomer could not yet understand.  Layers upon layers of significance built up within the howls.  Despite her position as outsider to all of it, Tehama couldn't help but feel pleased and comforted by what she heard.  She had not yet heard anything to dissuade her that Moonspear--and now, by extension, Firefly Glen--was a powerful pack with strong roots here, and that she had made the right choice to settle upon the mountain and and make a home amongst its wolves.  She might for now be outside of this family, but she knew from her own birth pack the importance of tradition and blood-bonds in keeping the pack vibrant, healthy, and strong.  So she lifted up her head in her own brief message of support, and knew that Moonspear had allies in their new and nearest neighbors, Firefly Glen.