Firefly Ravine Black, white, and brown.

He gave several slow wags of his tail, then did as he was asked. He let his back legs splay outward, his front paws up over his chest, pulled up against his body. 

He wasn’t sure what the black and white wolf wanted with him like this, but he had an idea. He could also still leave at any time, guilt free. Nothing had happened yet. 

From this position, he could see up. The sky was a dull blue, still affected by daylight, but quickly approaching night time. He could see the fireflies flickering in and out of existence, figuring Phobos probably knew why they did that. But he wouldn’t ask just yet.

”This better?”