Firefly Glen in my heart i have but one desire

too focused was he on the creature he sought. he did not see the man until he’d made noise. lómion was ripped from his state of pure concentration. he stopped abruptly and slowly turned his head away from his unmarked path. his eyes fell upon the stranger. 
he was not a wolf. it sparked a need not unfamiliar to him. to run. to chase. just as he’d chased the goat in the valley. but it soon fizzled into a dull glow within his chest, for this man was no goat, nor elk, nor crow.
he was not a wolf. he was greater than that, greater than him. prettier than him.
pretty, just as the creature he searched for.