Firefly Glen Cellophane Flowers of Yellow and Green

"Oh!" the yearling said with some surprise when he identified himself as a blood relation. She blinked, then smiled. "Do you live at the caldera?" she wondered, voice tentative, unaware that she was asking a loaded question.

But before Shrike could even answer that, the flickering in the night sky drew her attention and Raven said, "What are those?" She licked her lips, yellow eyes sliding sideways to her companion's face. "And should we be worried?" The shifting lights were pretty—beautiful, really—but Raven knew that peculiarities like this sometimes predicted inclement weather, like the summer storm during her childhood.