The Strange

Mæva shifted her weight onto her hind legs so she could stretch her forelimbs more easily up the trunk of the tree. Balancing on her hind legs she peered up at the little creature, nestled in the trees. She grinned as the pup stated that she was the keeper of the fireflies. "Oh?" Mæva's head tilted to the side. Before she could ask more about the fireflies it seemed like the small pup had stumbled. She balanced for a moment there before crashing down through the moss and vines. "Hey! Are you ok?" Mæva scrambled over to the little figure, trying to look at her through the dark to make sure she hadn't broken anything. The pup seemed to be in decent spirits. "Do you know why they're here? I don't normally see fireflies in the winter. Aren't they cold? My name is Mæva by the way."