Firefly Glen xix. still with eyes meeting

This would likely be one of her last long trips, but she needed supplies.

At least she wasn't far enough along to have too much trouble with the travel yet. The subtle swelling was more noticeable on her bony frame than it might have been on a stockier wolf, but she barely noticed a difference as she jogged through the deeper parts of the Bramblepoint, then crossed into the Glen.

She had wondered about coming here, but she remembered one plant in particular that she hadn't managed to find anywhere else. If she was lucky, she still remembered where it could be found.

Apparently she was more than lucky. She found more than a few of the roots she needed on the bank near where her old den had been, and on her way to return, she crossed paths with a stranger. At first she didn't notice them, but a sudden shift in the breeze alerted her to the silent presence.

She dropped her bundle and, without much thought, touched a paw to it to ensure it wouldn't roll and she could find it. Didn't think I'd find anyone here, she said, wondering as she did if it was someone she knew. She didn't recognize the scent but it had been a long time.