... spent way too much on cobwebs

Lukina trotted along after bog, happily chewing on the remains of a fat musk rat she'd caught for the day's journey. She marked her pale fur with various muds and stuck on a few pieces of moss for a bit more of a glamorous effect as well as the added camouflage and as a way to carry some extra medical supplies. Nothing was better for severe wounds than a nice clump of peat moss. She'd just finished swallowing the tail down when it seemed like night fell in one great whoosh. Normally the night was comforting. Prone to burns and sensitive to bright light Lukina much preferred to stay out of sight of the sun but something about this night did not feel at all welcoming.

Lukina sped up in her tracking, anxious to find Bog and take in the comfort of his company. When she finally spied him it was to watch him knock a glowing fish back into the water. "Bog," she whispered. "What was that? Why was that fish glowing?"