Firefly Glen Cellophane Flowers of Yellow and Green

@Raven

His promise was one he intended to keep. Under the blinking stars of midnight, Shrike set out to resume his search for Lucy, knowing all too well that whatever trail she'd left- formerly residing at Neverwinter Forest- had gone cold, as well as that of another pup, Rannoch. This was the fourth pup he'd known who had come under harm of some sort- either through attack, kidnapping or disappearance. Five, he realized, when he counted Jackrabbit. Why this was happening, there was no way to tell- but he shuddered at the thought of ever having this same misfortune happen to him. He remembered, with a pang of pain, what Peregrine had said. One year, he hadn't wanted children at all- the next, he'd wanted to break the Redleaf record. He would never get to do that now, and that thought caused Shrike to frown as he meandered through the dry, brittle grasses. 

There were no fireflies- it was far too late in the year for them, so the area's namesake had forsaken it. He was distracted, however, when the area began to become light, and slightly green in colour. He tilted his head to the side when he saw a strange green light coming from a puddle on the ground, before he realized that the light was not coming from the puddle, but being reflected from the sky above. Tilting his head back, he looked up to see several long, ribbon-like strands of greenish greyish light in the sky above him, causing the hairs along his spine to stand on end. He'd never seen anything like it before. The way the lights moved, it was not like a cloud or a star, but like silvery-green fish in the way they moved silkily across the sky. At times they became dim, and at other times they flared up, the grey turning into a placid, purple colour. 

Wherever she was, he hoped Lucy could see the lights that danced in the nighttime sky.