Firefly Glen skyward

Company was a great thing for the social butterfly Wraen usually was, but now and then she needed time of her own - to collect thoughts, sort out problems that had emerged and simply be with herself. Some wise person had said that there was not a more intelligent company than your own (or something along the lines). Therefore with one part of her brain occupied by food hunting and the other dealing matters of mental kind, she wandered as far as Firefly glen. 

"Not your lucky day, fellow," she said, when she made a swift leap, pinpointed a mouse under her forepaws and then with a quick movement of her muzzle, caught it and swallowed it whole. It was then that she wondered, if she had actually killed the little thing, before it's journey to her stomach and, if she had not, would it now cause ruckus in her belly. A minute or two passed with her standing, waiting and listening, but nothing happened. 

"Oh, well..." she shrugged and spotted a dark figure in the distance. It did not look dangerous (though you never knew) and Wraen moved carefully closer to the other person, curious to find out, who it was and what it was doing here.