Firefly Glen where what's to be, they say will be

the she-wolf's wooded gaze lingered long enough to identify two additional bodies in proximity to the first. they were adolescents, but big enough to cause her quite a bit of a strife should the three of them prove unfriendly. leading harrowing to wisely keep back; standing desperately still and waiting for them to move on. though her eyes never left them, she was slightly taken aback (and her curiosity piqued) when the pair of youngsters rather suddenly began loping ahead, leaving the older male to hang back.

her ears twitched and her head tilted. he seemed to be taking his sweet time, looking for...

a beat later the young widow realized that she was being lured in. or rather, she suspected it, being the highly suspicious animal that she was. it was something she would've done, given the chance, and the thought that he might be trying to coax her out of hiding amused the brassy she-wolf to no end. it occurred to her that she could be mistaken, but she figured that this was a theory best tested by attempting to spring the trap, rather than avoid it.

she crept forward, keeping her belly low to the crisp earth, and readily exposed herself in the thicket clearing -- taking up the mantle of sphinx as she waited raptly for his attention. her tail wagged haltingly, sliding back and forth against the ground as she tried to ascertain his temperament at a distance. she woofed softly, and her ears pressed forward eagerly in an expression that bade him to come closer.