Firefly Glen lost is all i will be

It was unseasonably warm today, the air fresh and the sky clear after a long and rainy night. Wildfire spent all day tracking and hunting small prey in and around the territory, adding her occasional catches to the stockpiles. By the time dusk fell, she was feeling quite accomplished... and also very hungry, thirsty and tired. In fact, she dropped right where she stood, one paw resting absently on the carcass of a gopher she had managed to nab just fifteen minutes ago.

Something flashed in her peripheral vision and Wildfire turned. She blinked as she watched a few fireflies drifting around the gloomy glen. It was very late in the year. Perhaps they were confused (or simply drawn out) by the day's remarkably tepid temperature. Whatever the case, she stood slowly and moved nearer, momentarily abandoning her kill as she followed the drifting specks of light through the trees.