Firefly Glen eyes closed

The fireflys danced in the cooling air, disapearing and reappearing at random. For a moment, the coyote watched them dance with her piercing yellow orbs, standing completely still. Artemis was a creature of the night, sleeping through the day, and evening was her favorite time. The first creatures emerged from hiding, the sun set behind a symphany of colour, and the time of the hunt was upon the creatures of night. Skeletal trees waved their branches in response to a breeze pushing it's way through the forest.

Night had a smell- it smelt mysterious and vivid, something tangible. The sound of a creek moved her forward, she sought to sate her thrist before she searched for a meal in these woods. While she was thin, as were all creatures now, she was not overly so. Being an adept hunter and not needing much to sustain her small frame, she was doing fairly well in these hard times. Not to mention, of course, the slow return of the green buds across the land.

She came across the male shortly, and wrinkled her nose in disdain. Wolf. She stepped quickly to the stream a few meters away from him, lapping at the water but keeping an eye on the male should he try anything. She was not going to be anyones meal, lest of all this ones. He was thin, looking almost coyote-like herself, and Artemis doubted that he had the strength to pursue her. She felt no pity, for only the strong would survive this challenge.