Firefly Glen Light Up the Night

Firefly Glen was a place of magic, but not for Riley. He had encamped in its territory for the last several days, and had watched as the sun fled and the moon reigned -- bringing with it a whole new subset of life that was otherwise hidden from those that roamed during daylight hours.

Dusk had set in, and the familiar drone of fireflies began anew. Riley had little interest eating them, though he watched as a large form first lumbered after them, consumed one (or two -- Riley could not tell), and then continued on. It occured to the yearling belatedly that he was in the beast's direct line of path. Rather than slip off, Riley rolled the dice and played his chances, hoping the male would not notice him camping besides the trail as he strode on by.