Dragoncrest Cliffs oh, for the night to come again

The other wolf catches her off guard and her ears fall against her head. She glances at Ali, then Tux, and determines she likely isn’t a threat this far in. She’d forgotten the glimpse a moment ago, wrapped up in the company of her friend.

“Yeah,” she says carefully, nodding her head. “When I was a kid. My brother and I followed one that went through the forest and we found a whole field of them. They were so small but they eventually died out,” she explains (poor girl isn’t aware fireflies are a thing) but she smiles, excited to see them painted across the sky. Wherever they go, they’ll land somewhere near the ground before dying out for good.

For a while, the group watches the shower color the sky every so often until there's none left to see.