Firefly Glen do unto others, what they have done to you

Uma had killed two mice since entering the Glen. She was pleased to eat them, as something was better than nothing. Nightfall was well on its way; she could already spot the moon and a few of the brightest stars, shimmering in the dusky sky. Her hope was that nocturnal creatures would begin their prowling shortly, giving her more options, and more probability. She was upwind and did not detect the dark canine trailing her from within the deepest of the shadows. Her paws and limbs aching, Uma slowly sat down upon the earthen ground, heaving a great sigh as she did so.

After a moment the wind changed, bringing with it a most unsettling scent. There was another wolf nearby. She grew alert, her ears at full mast, her odd pink eyes squinting into the darkness. Another pair of eyes glowed eerily, causing Uma to rise upon all fours again, chuffing loudly before a low growl rumbled from within. "Show yourself!" she demanded, her tail swaying dangerously