Firefly Glen Reminds me of childhood memories

Sunset was one of Charon's favourite times of the day. He loved watching the beautiful colours as they danced across the skies and painted everything below. He had watched them with interest from the frays of Moonspear's territory but then started further into neutral territory, feeling the need to be accompanied by the fireflies, somehow, while he tried to wrap his mind around how much the pups had grown and while he tried to make decisions in regards to the smallest pup, Ran.

Ears piqued as he heard someone shout, the joyous tone in their voice evident. When he neared and saw a wolf there Charon was startled by who it was (or who he thought it to be). "Osprey?" he called out in surprise, but when he took another three seconds to really look at her he realised that he was mistaken and made ready to apologise for the mix-up to this complete stranger.