Firefly Glen ten thousand lightning bugs

Alerted, fearful and brave all at once, his ears were flattened and his neck hairs were raised into spikes. He looked half-wolf, half-lion; who would dare to harm him now? His leathery lips were tugged upwards, revealing a glint of his teeth. Now that the hunter had tried to capture him and failed, he was prepared. No longer could he be surprised, even not by something from above. Every now and then he glanced upwards, checking if there really was nothing there. 

He had already concluded that the other creature – probably a wolf – was not the bad guy. Her voice was too nice, too friendly; or perhaps he was a little naive. When the adrenaline began to cool down, Mees began to huff and to puff, sounding like a fatigue dragon as he realized that his cheetah run had drained a lot of energy from his body. With the silly giggle and the question whether or not he was afraid of fireflies, caused him to frown a bit.

”I was being c-c-chased.” Mees said while trying to sound seriously, though the thought of what had happened flashed in his mind, causing his heart to skip a beat and a light tremble in his last words. He had been genuinely scared. ”Something from above crash-coursed with my face. It tried to grab me.” While he explained what happened, he didn't realize that it might sound unbelievable; and perhaps it was. ”So you better watch out, captain obvious, you might end up as somebody's dinner. Or dessert. Your voice is cute.”