Firefly Glen Calming Lights

There was one major disadvantage to otherwise very likeable and pleasant Southern lands. Birk's ivory coat stood out and it was impossible for him to blend with his surroundings. Equipped with quick feet and stamina, he would be able to outrun any trouble that came in his direction, yet he would very much prefer, if he did not have to be on a constant guard. 

He had spent the late afternoon, chewing a piece of an old deer's hide he had found in, what had seemed to be a long forgotten secret cache. And since autumn evenings tend to get dark very quickly, by the time he had finished eating, it was very dark. Assuming that the place would be safe for a short nap, he set out to carry out this plan, but... the sound of rustling leaves and breaking branches alerted him of a creature that was walking nearby. 

Curious he got to his feet and stood motionlessly, while his eyes scanned the area, looking for the stranger.