Firefly Glen Hanto

Before the sun had risen, Shiranui had stepped from the den site in the forest and had journeyed beyond the trees to a snow-covered glen. There was a heavy fog that drifted from the lake and river and floated across the ground, toward the wood. The white wolf walked through it with confidence. He knew that his body would be concealed until he was ready to hunt.

There were signs of rabbits. Small holes that had been dug into the snow and earth – temporary homes. Shiranui sniffed at them before following a faint trail toward a spot of trees in the glen. The wolf’s ruby gaze searched the fog and snow for signs of motion, a sign of prey. Just ahead of him, he could see the droppings that had been left by his target.

They were not far.