Firefly Glen Nighttime coming

At once, Crowfeather was weak. His body felt the harshness of their day together. The dark figure stood still a moment longer and found a place a few feet away from the silver wolf. 

Crowfeather settled into a relaxed position. It was here that his gaze followed the bobbing lights. He traced them in the air. 

It is like the Starsea here. Like my old home, he shared. There was not nearly as much water, but the flickering light was unmistakable.