A firefly-watching spy?!

Misery would fight if needed but he didn’t want to.  Master spies don’t fight their way out of every situation.  It was nice to know the thrown snow and dirt tactic helped a bit.  After a moment the other wolf realized he wasn’t fighting and seemed confused. Misery imagined pondering this more but then there was the firefly on the other wolf's nose.

Misery would have liked to get up but wasn’t going to shove the stranger off of him. “You ever hear of someone owning fireflies?”  Maybe he should have said yes actually?  That could have been funny but it might have been hard to keep believable.  “There’s more of them just a little ways off.  See, I hadn’t been meaning to cause trouble.  Look over there,”  nodding his head towards a brighter blue glow, “a whole bunch of em.  I was wondering if the place was like cursed or something, ya know?” If the guy could ask if the fireflies were his could he also fall for the concept of curses?

“It’s really freaky in a way, or two.  For one thing, it’s the wrong season, for another, it’s the wrong color.  Even the moon is off.  Look up, I mean it is really really bright which I guess can happen but don’t you think it kinda got a purply-blueish tint to it?”  Misery shrugged, “So, maybe since it's your land and all you’d be ok with us going to look at it together?  I’m really curious, ya know?  I’m Izzy by the way.”

"Misery"