Firefly Glen the night is dark and full of terrors

The night was eerily quiet. Every sound that reached him spooked him instantly and caused him to jump in place. But, despite the dancing wind, sounds were somewhat rare in the glen. His turquoise gaze was unwavering as he kept his watch over Lucy and he laid still as the night continued on. Had he been a more experienced wolf he would have smelt the other coming, taken careful note of the hulking shadow that loomed ever-closer, and would have never left his beloved evergreens to begin with.

Despite all of these “could bes” and “maybes”, Rannoch Tiberous Frostfur was not a wolf with much experience under his belt.

It happened all too quickly for Rannoch to realize what was going on until he was being pulled away. He had been easily overcome with a snap of the other’s decaying jaws. The sting of the clamping came after the smell of the wolf’s toxic breath wafted by his nose. “L-Lucy!” he wailed as a wave of panic came with the realization that he was being pulled. “RUN.” His voice was strained under the pressure that Skellige provided and in an attempt to free himself, Rannoch trashed like a helpless fish that was locked into a great white’s jaws. But, despite the odds, he knew he had to get away from this dark creature and back to his home in the forest.