Firefly Glen everything is(n't) going to be okay

Maybe someone from a nearby pack or someone going after caregiver?

Everything had been one giant accident.

That's all it was.

Accident after accident.

He had wandered too far in a rain storm. When the thunder and lightening had started, he had found a cave to hunker down in. Swore he would trek right back once the path home was safe. Except it had never been safe to begin with. The rocky mountain was unforgiving to the willow built man.

A few tumbles had been expected and had happened. Each one pushed him a little further away until one eventually did harsh damage to his left hind ankle. He could not tell whether it was a sprain or a break, but there was a tenderness to it that slowly became unbearable to walk on. So he gave up on the mountain path home. Foolish from the start and foolish to the end, it seemed.

He hid away in a glen, the swelling of his an ankle a more prominent sign of its injured state. He had no clue how long it would take to heal. Especially when he had no clue the severity of it.

The thoughts of his injured state and the things he had lost due to his wanderlust driven travel weighed heavy upon him that night. On his back on a bed of smashed ferns and mosses, eyes trained upwards at the canopy that thickly covered the night sky from him. No light to be shined down on him or his situation.

Yet slowly....so slowly, the air around him came to life. Small twinkles of light in the form of fireflies. They all worked together to provide him with a whimsically serene setting.

A distraction from his disasters.