I've got a jar of dirt!

As the lightning bugs lit up in their brilliant display while darkness encroached, the bull meandered along the shore of the lake. Nibbling here and there at the vegetation he huffed softly. It was a pleasant evening. That made him hungry. He was always hungry. And since his friends had been scarce he had ample opportunity now to fill his stomach with all manner of green things. Of course he'd never say aloud that he would much rather have been pestered and bothered since it meant he knew his companions were okay.

The sound of the wolf scuffling nearby was what alerted him to her presence. Swinging his head over to look at the dark lupine who seemed visibly frustrated, Atlas chuckled as he noted the jar at her paws. Sweeping one antler through the reeds by the water, he watched as a group of fireflies took flight, blinking here and there with their soft glows.

"You're trying to catch them?" he finally asked, looking to the wolf who'd regarded him from a distance. It wasn't often he spotted wolves making use of old human objects. Usually it was the smaller creatures.