Glowfish?

Misery was at the edge of the pack land, following the path of the water at a leisurely gait.  It was a patrol in a sense, a thing to do while deciding what better thing he might do tonight.  Sparring was probably a thing he should do and that brought to mind who did he want to challenge to a spar.  Misery was interested in knowing enough to defend himself from most but he wasn’t one of those wolves that felt a need to become the best fighter in all the land.

As the wolf was musing he paused to look in the lake as something had caught his eye.  It had almost been like a sparkle and while the bright moon could make ice easily have a glimmer to it this had been different.  The ice that lined the edges from the bank did stand out in the night but it was a thing easy to ignore.  The glimmer had been a bit farther in the lake and Misery stretched out his neck looking down.  One doesn’t tend to easily see a fish’s shadow at night farther out in the lake.  At least Misery couldn’t say having done that before.  Yet, there it was, the shadowy outline of a fish and it was shimmering.  

Misery got his toes as close to the water as possible and noticed the shape was moving closer and yes, it had to be a fish.  It had a silvery shine but the shimmer was almost more of a pale blue but not the blue of the water.  The fish moved closer and as it grew near a small cluster of fireflies were circling about it.  What the heck?

The young wolf could smell mom wasn’t far away and curiosity dictated an answer.  Was this something that did happen some years and he only missed it last year for an unusual winter?  Misery called out to his mom, he had found something curious.  Misery smirked, grinning at the fish as he wondered if mom would think it a trick.  Not this time, no plans or traps just a glowing fish and its firefly buddies?

"Misery"