he touched the butt

A flash of light woke Tyrian with a start. He lay there unsure of what was happening for several seconds. And then it came again, a small blue flash of light no bigger than a firefly in front of his face. He jerked upright and watched first in consternation then confusion as the light winked, dimmed, and then went out. The process repeated itself several seconds later further away from him. Bright flash, blink, fade.

He got to his feet and began to follow the light(s?) slowly. There was no scent on the air, no sound of wings, nothing to indicate what caused the light. The glow was too bright at its center for him to see what - if anything - was in there.

Tyrian followed the lights into the Woods. Perhaps it was unwise but he wasn’t getting any premonitions about them and in his haste to satisfy his curiosity he didn’t think to tell anyone where he was going.

The trail of lights stopped suddenly so naturally Tyrian went in for a closer look. He circled the last remaining light, his brow furrowed in thought. No scent, no sound, but that meant there was only one sense for him to investigate. He reached out to touch it as it dimmed, and then snatched his paw back as it broke pattern and flashed brightly with a crackle like mini lightning. And then it was gone and he was left alone in the woods with the light of the never waning moon.