Firefly Glen up all night, you wore your falling heart

It was a light, restless sleep, much like a cat's. And at the tail end of it, Miyako found herself not at all alone in the glen, instead in the presence of an even darker presence in the darkness, who had offered her a low sound in greeting. She sprang to her feet, but, noting that the action could be taken as aggressive, lowered her head and tail and, keeping her voice low, murmured in turn.

"Jeez, you came out of nowhere," she whispered, her amber eyes slowly adjusting to the night. Her newfound acquaintance was black-furred and massive, with a dark, unflinching gaze. She carried herself well, with an air of confidence that belied her likely status as a leader of some kind. The scents surrounding her suggested she was not a loner, and Miyako kept her eyes and ears pricked for any wolves to follow, in case this should be an ambush.

Flicking her ears, she continued, "What, uh, what brings you out here? I rarely see anyone else when I come to this place." Her voice was groggy with sleep, and even after this surprise, her muscles and mind screamed for rest, to sink back into the world of dreams.