Firefly Glen spring in your step

Cypress darted through the glen on swift, surefooted paws, his tail acting as a rudder as he whipped around hairpin curves in hot pursuit of a wily rabbit. Just when he thought he was near enough, his powerful jaws gaped wide — but he’d misjudged his reach, and his teeth snapped shut on a mouthful of useless fur. Despite his disappointment, he felt fit enough to run it down a second time; drawing breath and spitting cotton, he propelled himself forward in a series of leaps — only to cross the path of a pale-furred, heavily scarred male with glittering sapphire eyes. Cypress was taller, but this male was older and more sturdily built, with the experience to back up his hard-bitten appearance. The fact that he bore Moonspear’s scent gave the eidolon further pause — and the fact that he was moving in Neverwinter Forest’s direction with what appeared to be a purposeful, knowing stride piqued Cypress’ curiosity.

Although they were on neutral ground, Cypress greeted the older wolf as befitted his status: he focused his sulphureous gaze on some careful middle distance, allowed his tail to sway at a nonthreatening, amicable level, and chuffed to announce his presence.