Firefly Glen phantom stranger

This narrow region of land runs wild with thick vegetation. A canopy of greenery hangs from the trees, soaking up sunlight while the ground below struggles for survival. It's various creeks and streams easily become flooded during the lightest of rain showers, morphing the once solid ground into quicksand like muck. If it were not for the countless amount of fireflies that dwell within this dusky valley, little to no light would be visible, leaving the glen to be a dark and serene canvas under the night sky.

Cyclone continued her search for what she hoped would become her new home. This area, the one where she had been meandering in for the past week or so, seemed to be rich with life. That was a good start. It wasn't a sheet of ice like that last horrid place she'd been a part of. She had hoped, at the time, that they would be small enough she could overthrow Takiyok, but that had not been the case. Cyclone was an impatient and impulsive wolf, and she knew that in order to get what she wanted, she would probably need to rein that in a bit. It was going to take a lot of work, but she was nothing if not determined.

Darkness had settled in hours ago, but even though Cyclone tried and tried to sleep, she finally gave up and began to wander again. That was what had led her here, and when she spotted a strange floating head, she was pretty damn sure she was seeing things due to lack of sleep. Uh, hello? she called from a distance, though she wasn't sure how well her voice would carry with the howling winds above. Are you a floating head?