Firefly Glen make it make sense

Full dark had just arrived and the glen lived up to its name all sparkling with fireflies. The moon, heading on its way towards full, hung low in the hazy, humid skies too but as he ranged on, he was not feeling all too placated by nature's sights. His hunts had brought him off the mountain for the first time in a long time, and evidently, it wasn't settling as well with him. The air felt so heavy, so stifling. Was it always like this? Had he really been away that long? He felt it worse than ever now, so maybe it was just the summer warmth not helping much, and was determined to just adjust with a little patience, the key to nearly everything in the end.

He went striding onward on the prowl, his body stretched long and low into the shadows of the night. He jogged at a comfortable-looking rhythm, but his head swam anxiously as he did. Without a better directive in mind besides the vague goals of scouting and hunting all on guard for Moonspear's cause, he decided to head north towards the waterway.. and hopefully by then, he could get himself back into a good groove that felt right to him.