Firefly Glen where the wild things are

The glen was not without life tonight. Apart from him, and the many fireflies that begun the task of lighting the dark, someone else lurked nearby. And she'd gone unseen for quite awhile, until her scent had mixed in the still air.

Lómion's nose began to twitch. His sense of smell led his eyes to wander. Perhaps by complete chance, he caught sight of a pair of eyes. Too distant to discern what he was staring at, but close enough to confirm that there was indeed someone there.

The man fell still, all for a quick twitch of an ear.