Firefly Glen Light Up the Night

Another odd wolf in the Glen for the books. Riley was over Firefly Glen and its habitants; it seemed each one was weirder than the last.

If Tiercel had given him bad jubies, this male gave him straight neggy-vibes -- there was something innately dangerous about him, the way he walked. The way he carried himself. The rippling of his darkwater pelt, variegated by splashes of unusual copper; Riley knew a thing or two about predators, and this man was one -- moreso than he would ever be.

He remained prone, though he loathed the vulnerability it presented him. Several seconds passed by before there was an answer; it was flat, and dull -- much like the lack of light behind Riley's eyes. "Sleeping." He corrected, for he had no reason to lie despite the fact his safety might be on the line. "But you are passing through." He observed, wondering just what business this man had in so melancholy a place.