Firefly Glen now i lay me down to sleep

it was not every day arcturus heard birdsong, nor a call in the wilderness for him.

he paused, studying the strained notes as they faded into the empyrean sky. he could not place the voice, not immediately -- but as he drew closer to where the song had originated, he caught scent of ying in the woodland.

she was near; he threw back his head in an answering howl, tracking her through the ragged snow.