Ouroboros Spine swima

Where was she now, he wondered, his fierce and beloved sister? She had departed Moonspear even before he, and while his path had not meant to follow hers, once or twice he had bowed his head to scent the earth in search of her. He never found her, of course. If he had, he expected he would have stayed with her and never found his way back to these wilds.

Dragomir followed Keyni's gaze to the bank, a glimmer of interest in his hazel eyes. How many heads is the herd here? he wondered. At his core, he had always been a hunter. Not much patience for following the herds around to mentally catalogue their movements, but as he got older, he appreciated that sort of scholarly approach more and more. It would be good to become familiar with the resident deer. Perhaps Keyni could be instrumental in that.

She mentioned Firefly Glen and he grunted, surprised. Firefly Glen? I remember that place. There was no pack there last time. Last time, for him, being when he had crossed the threshold from Moonspear. His forays since into the Teekons were always very brief and largely unremarkable, although he recalled the earthy male from the last time. There was a niggling familiarity in his mind for this sand-and-stone woman, as well, but he still could not quite recall where he'd seen her before.

Why not simply stay? Are you planning to rebuild Firefly Glen?