Firefly Glen like a soft melody

A lot of sorrow and hurt eventually turned into a lot of frustration, and when a noisy coyote crossed his path late in the night, Antares did not hesitate in chasing the thing down, away from the glen. There was even a rush of satisfaction when beneath a bare sliver of moonlight, he found a feisty foe, and spared little expense in making sure the wandering canine regretted it wholly. Antares reveled in the distraction, despite everything.

Now, it was getting close to dawn and he had come ghosting back to the heart of the glen without a word. His fur was more tousled than usual, with a few new nicks and bruises to compliment, he couldn't say for sure--it was too soon to bother taking stock on them and ultimately, he was not bothered. Instead he chose to enjoy the eerie silence of first light's slow creep in.

His path wove him towards a lookout spot he assumed a lot more lately, one not far from where he knew Keyni and Ravaryn often were. There seemed to be some comfort in the motion, and he found himself too tired to care much past that. Finally, perhaps. He circled around near the base of a tree and made himself a spot to curl up on, then planted himself there--though his navy eyes were still wide.

pre... *gestures at the big thing*