Firefly Glen everything is(n't) going to be okay

His head swayed back and forth softly. No, I've never been here. It had been the easiest place for him to rest after his fall and the strain that travel had become.

Then she had to go search for the wood.

He could not decide if that would be good or bad. It would be a moment alone again, in silence and with no one but himself and the spotty fireflies. Except he loathed the idea of being alone for long now that someone had found him.

Be back soon, He whispered weakly to her as he trained yellow eyes back upon the dark canopy above.