It must be something in the water

These little firefly things apparently weren't going away anytime, and no matter how determined he was to catch some, he kept coming up short. Failure didn't settle well with him and he was beginning to grow frustrated at his lack of success thus far. Annoyed, Veigar kicked at the near-frozen dirt as he stalked through the redbud forest. Even the nighttime couldn't hide his irritation - the moon was huge overhead and cast a strange glow over the land, illuminating him and his failures perfectly. Only occasionally did he swipe at a passing firefly, never quite getting the rewarding feeling of a bug smacking off his paws, because they weren't bugs, not that he could see, and he certainly couldn't catch any. A frustrated growl bubbled from deep within his chest as he passed by a tree, marveling briefly at how its bark reflected an almost frightening shade of purple from the moon's light.