Firefly Glen beautiful glass

Thanks for starting (and moving). <3

She couldn't decide which was sweeter, the taste of blood or the taste of victory. Wildfire experienced both as she stood over her kill (a fat hare) and waited to catch her breath. As she panted, her eyes scanned her surroundings. The rabbit had led her on a wild chase into the glen just east beyond Moonspear's claim and she had plunged after it, mindless of the encroaching dusk. During summer, this place would be rife with the radiance of fireflies. Presently, the darkness was cold and complete.

As soon as she could breathe again, the young she-wolf plucked her kill off the ground and began trotting toward home. She wanted to share her catch with Floki; the two of them could sup together. But despite the thick scent of blood and flesh in her nose, she detected another, a decidedly canine odor. It was vaguely familiar. Wildfire paused, then gently set her rabbit back at her feet and tipped her muzzle into the air. It took her a moment to place the scent. Taltos...?

Rather than try to track him, which would be a complicated endeavor with the rabbit taken into account, Wildfire chuffed to announce her presence. She waited to see if he would make a reply. Then perhaps she could follow the sound of his voice.