Firefly Glen Dancing with fairy lights

Specks of firelight bobbed from the depths of the glen. The bugs seemed to move to their own rhythm, some climbing high overhead, some hovering just above the long grass. A coyote’s cackling call could be heard in the distance, signaling that it was time for creatures of the night to step onto the earth.

The white hunter moved slowly into the firebug territory. His sweet plum eyes were trained on the dancing lights. It was a great comfort to the man, finding these peaceful places. Kannoyak could see this, and many other lands, as potential homes.

Laughter bubbled from the trees. Kannoyak howled low, a wolf’s song.