Firefly Glen cursed is the fool who's willing

I apologize! Weekends are usually hecktic for me but I try to squeeze in replies when I can. You post whenever is good for you, my friend.

The flickering light of the firefly was bewitching to the golden-clad male. His eyes followed the steady bob of the insect’s body as it seemed to drift about. As far as it could be seen, there didn’t seem to be much of a path for the wayward light to shine. The pearly legs of the loner trailed after it as long as he felt comfort in doing so. He had no path himself, but Sawyer was not opposed to acts of good fortune or moments of sheer luck; he’d seen enough of that in his time. And if the firefly was merely struck by a moment of serendipitous flight, the golden wolf still had nowhere that he was destined to be. He had spent enough nights up with the stars and the churning winds; he would be welcome to more.
 
Following the creature for some ways, it took the Crowfeather boy a moment to realize the sounds of twigs snapping and paws thudding against the earth. Swiveling his ears to determine the direction of the sound, his champagne-colored gaze locked with an inky figure slinking desperately in Sawyer’s direction. Mildly taken aback at the sight of the other wolf, he staggered a few steps to his rear and frowned. Once the shadowy stranger had closed their distance and parted his mouth with good intentions spilling out, the firefly watcher felt the muscles in his body ease.
 
“Evenin’,” he drawled to the other wolf with a bob of his skull. “You asked for my name, didn’t you, partner? I’m Sawyer,” he then introduced with a half-smile on his handsome features. This dark stranger did not carry the scent of another pack on him; there was no reason for Sawyer to worry about having wandered just a little too far in the wrong direction.