Firefly Glen Reminds me of childhood memories

@Charon 

It was early summer evening - the sun had just set with the last rays of the radiant light disappearing behind the horizon, while the sky there was painted in bright oranges, reds and purples. On the other side atop the dusky blue blanket the moon was shining and the first stars that had appeared were scattered here and there like tiny pieces of precious jewels. 

Wraen had spent an eventful day hunting and had crossed paths with other wolves and was now quite happy to be on her own in this small and quiet valley. She had found a little hallow that would work well as her temporary home for the night, but before retreating to the world of dreams, her attention was caught by the tiny, bright lights that were scattered accross the grass. Now and then they would move, fly above the ground and disappear. 

"Fireflies!" she said joyfully and got to her feet to explore the grounds that served for the courting dances of these small bugs.