Firefly Glen Shadows on the sun

The monster stretches from the roots of a tree, shedding snow from his pale body. Despite his normal nocturnal habits, he switches it response to the draining cold of winter's night. Cold as mornings were, it was much warmer than the empty hell of nighttime. He was more likely to find prey at day in winter anyway.

But this morning he was not hungry. The creature was able to stretch and clean himself without the gnawing feeling in his stomach, pulsating out through his whole body.