Firefly Glen Dancing with fairy lights

Amalia was breathless and happy. When all thr night sounds began. She laid quietly watching the stars for a few seconds.

A low song of the wolves flowed out. Black head popped up over large grasses. Green eyes searching the dark. A soft yip and a howl.

Then she waited and watched. The voice was familiar but she didn't know why. Tail beating gently against the ground. A small tilt of an ear.