Firefly Glen i don't care so why do you

@Keres

Nocturnal wanderings were reserved for outside of the Glen travel. Holland shifted between waking up at odd hours to a soft routine when he wasn't traveling. The Glen was always going to be dark and it suited him just fine. He yawned inside his den, stretching out his weary body and proceeded to walk out.

There was no real plan for today. He rarely made plans unless he was working. Having tended to his garden in the twilight hours, Holland found the snow buried his efforts. He was pissed about that. He should really clear it away but alas... he was tired. His old wounds ached from the cold. His neck was uncomfortable especially.

So, instead he sat at the entrance of his den. The man couldn't see the overcast sky through the thick foliage, but it seemed like rain would be in the agenda for the next few days. He could feel it in his bones.