Firefly Glen The words hung above

Sorry about the last thread! Just needed a fresh start.

It wasn't dark enough nor late enough for the glen's namesake creatures to begin their ember-like dance, although as the wolf prowled among the trees there were tiny shapes shifting acrobatically around him. He passed through shafts if spring light that managed to creep through the gaps in the canopy overhead; suspended motes of dust made the glen seem more and more ethereal. It was a beautiful place. Calm and idyllic - until it wasn't. 

The stranger called, using words and sounds Yellowbelly didn't know in this life or the last. Hhe man paused and shot a glance towards the carrier of the voice; they were approaching at an amble, and sensing some hostility from the other creature caused Yellowbelly to bristle. He wasn't sure what to do, or to say. There was something vaguely familiar about the way they moved -- and his mind concocted a tiny memory of sea water paired with strange barking; but then that was gone too.