The Strange

The small yearling had only ebbed out of the pack barely in her year alive. Being smaller than a porcupine wasn't really a feat worth boasting about and while she had her spurs, she wasn't really ready for any fights yet. Blue fireflies buzzed and the days seemed darker than before, though the nights were always lit from the moonlight.

Rasha hadn't really seen a whole lot of fireflies before to begin with- much less blue. They led the small wolf on, and before she knew it, she was far away from the pack and deep into the forest where even the branching vines were thicker than Rasha was large. It was always a toss up whether to go over or under. At one point, Rasha climbed up a thick root onto a vine, then onto a branch. She could really see all the fireflies from up here! She bet from afar, she even looked like one!