Firefly Glen Reminds me of childhood memories

Wraen was not alone here this evening - there was another evening-dweller drawn to the magic of the little dancing lights. A tall, white and proud looking wolf was standing some distance away regarding her with a look, where recognition was mixed with confusion. He had called out a name earlier - one she had not paid attention to in her excitement about the shiny bugs - but she put two plus two together and guessed that he had mistaken her for someone else. 

"Hey!" she approached the man, keeping her posture low, ears drawn back, tail wagging happily behind her, while she smiled and regarded him with a warm look in her eyes, as if greeting a long lost friend. "Did you come to see the lights too?"