A Spark At Night

As Theta moved away from her previous catching spot she spotted another wolf that seemed to be alone. Even though she was only here to catch her last batch of fireflies she figured she might as well socialize with him. Who knew, maybe he would turn out to be decent.

As Theta approached the male she realized she had to think of something to start conversation, man polite socializing was hard. “How’s the catching gone?” Her opening statement said Theta moved to catch her final group of fireflies. Moving to swipe some that were in the air and guide them towards her bag.