Firefly Glen cursed is the fool who's willing

@Orkan

 
The sun had long since set overhead and had left the lands to cool in the crisp night air. It would do the land well not to feel the scorch for such a duration; it had already suffered so much. There was always a length of time that seemed to be ruled by devastation. A time when distress and hardship were the only consistent factors in what was played by the universe. It was not to be understood, and Sawyer had never anticipated that he would be able to wrap his mind around the workings of the land and why it was that it could so viciously ravage a land of life.
 
His long pale legs carried him across the wet ground. The rains had done well to drench the lands in water so that the foliage could begin to heal. Already there were signs of greenery returning to the branches on the trees. It meant that there was a chance the summer would not be as wicked as their spring had been. He had been cautious about entering the Teekon Wilds. He was a smart creature, but his breath was caught by the idea of omens. To stumble on a ravaged land in the heat of finding himself was certainly not a sign of chance for the gold-cloaked beast.
 
There was potential, however. He could see it in his surroundings as he sought a peaceful place to bed for the evening. He would have turned his attention away from the marshy glen had it not been for a curious bobbing light and caught his eye. Turning his body towards it, he noted the flicker once more before it disappeared behind the trunk of a tree. Curiously, Sawyer allowed himself to trail carefully behind it.