Firefly Glen A Little Bit Alexis

In the twilight between dusk and sunset, Bronco found himself meandering beyond the borders of Moonspear where the grounds became flat, and the grasslands stretched before him, a great glen shadowed by the shoulders of mountains and forests on every side. This late in the summer, there were no fireflies to light up the night, so he relied instead on the light of the moon and the stars that began to slowly emerge from the deep crimson of the sky. Even the crickets and bullfrogs had gone silent- a sign that the Summer had drawn to a close, and that the silence of winter drew nearer. 

He heard the sharp exhale of a stag in the distance, indicating that his scent had likely given him away though he hadn't been stalking the small herd anyway. He was content to note their existence, knowing that he could always report their presence to his packmates and establish a pack hunt in the days to come should the herbivores remain in the area. There was some use in striding amongst the slender, tawny deer who, in seeing him alone, supposed him less of a threat. They maintained a wary distance, and continued to watch him as he passed through the glen, but did not panic. In a world of struggles between predator and prey, even he was glad to have a moment of peace now and again.