Firefly Glen Light Up the Night

Donovan’s curious escapade of eating fireflies made him realize that whatever made the bugs light up so brightly is probably the thing that makes them taste so god awful. He shakes his head in disappointment, he guesses its better to look and don’t tough in this case. Even though he is a bit hungry. Oh well, he’s sure he could find plenty of food here later. For now he continues his exploration of these new and strange lands.

Speaking of strange, a figure appears itself to him. Someone he is unaware of walking directly towards. It’s another wolf, or so that’s what it seems. They’re of chocolate browns and other browns he can’t quite distinguish in the low, pale light of the moons rays. Or the spots lucky enough to make it past the lush canopy above that is.

Still, Donovan hasn’t been expecting a meeting with someone so late in the night. It seems too late for that so he mentally shrugs and looks to the other. “Evening.” He greets lowly. “Passing by?” He asks short and sweet, golden hues shamelessly taking in their form, trying to gauge what reaction they might greet him back with.