Firefly Glen Swift

With the fallen leaves dry and brittle as paper, Bronco found himself second-guessing each and every rustle he heard, mistaking the sound of dry leaves tossed on the wind with the possibility that there might be a jackrabbit nearby. One he'd seen earlier had already begun to grow in some of its white winter fluff, particularly in behind its ears and along its long, springy legs...But he'd failed at that hunt. So he continued, wandering toward the Northern end and alongside the small streambeds that laced their way through the glen like wandering ribbons. It was then that he heard something and lifted his head to see a blur of darkness loping through the grasses. 

He had to squint at first to see who it was- and the white blaze upon the wolf's chest was unmistakeable, setting her apart from the others- brothers Atlas and Antares- who were similarly coloured. He called out with a bark and began to bounce through the tall, yellowing grasses toward her, tail waving happily from side to side behind him.