Firefly Glen tânsittut ≊

the call rises for him and knowing what it means, rhaegal wastes no time making his way to the place where the moonwoman's call rose.

what he finds when he arrives — besides the fact that he's late — is that it's not a one on one meeting like he'd anticipated but a party.

there are several women and several men.

confusion hits him and his torn ear twitches, drawing a small cringe to his lips. the wounds are healing but still in that delicate stage in which they could easily be disturbed and reopened.

he's not at his best; not what he'd call a great contender at the moment.

but he joins the fray, golden gaze taking in the sight of the wolves that have gathered: not a single one of them striking the sveijarn as familiar.