Firefly Glen Chariot with Sun in Tow

The world was a large thing, an endless thing, and he tread across its surface like a flea across the back of a dog; mostly in fits and starts. Night had fallen by the time Tsukiko found himself among a glade of trees again - these were no different from any other copse he'd slipped by, ducked around, or climbed over. He was hardly interested in the quality of the landscape considering the hunger in his belly, and the fact he had been moving at such a staccato pace for so long.

When he chose to pause and rest, even for a mere moment, this was when Tsukiko had a chance to really take things in. The gray of the oncoming night was broken up by the arrival of starlight -- or rather, what he thought were stars were something else. Something closer, something he couldn't name. The lights buzzed and moved about the glen as if they were mere motes of dust, except they must have been more than that. Sometimes when he leaned too close to them, or turned his sharp snout, the stars would drift around him.

He thought, in the basic manner a feral thing might think, that he was in need of sleep. This was further cemented in Tsukiko's weary mind when he began to slink along again. The man absently followed the floating stars as they spun around him - to the point where he was met with a pair of bright eyes among the darkness, but no discernable figure attached to it. With a soft snort he paused, pulled back, and made sure to keep some distance between himself and the stranger he had abruptly come across.