Broken Antler Fen the bizniz

It did not trouble him to move by day, but the shadow was most comfortable at night; for the obvious reason that his coat was advantageous under the cover of darkness. He travelled through the tall grasses, finding a frog in one place and a snake in another; both were gulped down unceremoniously, holding off the burning hunger that had begun to form in the pit of his stomach. The coywolf appreciated places like these; places that harbored an abundance of food for those who knew the benefit of taking their eyes off the bigger game and looking nearer the ground for their meal.

On this evening, however, his predatory gaze was drawn to a flash of white among the soft flicker of fireflies. He stole in for a closer look, as silent as the minnows that navigated the subtle channels and pools of the fen. He watched as the wolf as he chased after the lightning bugs, seemingly without a care.