By The Light Of The Moon

Lukina watched the little blue lights dancing in the night air. There were pretty and almost seemed to be beckoning her somewhere though she knew better than to go wandering off into the swamp in an unfamiliar area. She was still getting used to her new home in the mangroves and had much to learn from her swamp brethren. As she watched them she wondered what they ate and if there just happened to be blue fireflies in the mangroves that she'd never noticed before. Everything glowed strangely here so it wouldn't have surprised her.

The scent of lavender caught her attention before any movement did and she turned to see one of the swamp wolves. Mud, if she recalled correctly. "Oh, hello. I couldn't sleep. Are there always blue fireflies in the mangroves?"