Quiet is the Night

The timber hued male had been lost in thought watching the display of the dancing fireflies when out of nowhere came the crack of a broken piece of lumber. Startled, he jumped up onto all fours and swung around, yellow eyes narrowed. In the pale moonlight it was difficult to see even with night vision. But the fireflies converged and lit up tiny areas that took the place of brighter silvery moonbeams. There was another member of the canis lupus family - though none related to him. And that was something he was thankful for, for with the presence of his family only dangers and idiocy would follow.

"Why 'ello there ye bonnie wee lass. Yeh should be careful ye don' startle one o' them hungry bears if there be ene around 'ere," having been given a start he sank back into his Irish accent and lucky it was too that he hadn't reverted to Irish Gaelic all the way or she might never have understood him, if he understood him at all anyway. "Least it's not a new moon, innit?" He didn't even care to think about the following night as he tilted his head back to stare up at the sliver of a crescent moon with dread even if there were still a bit of time. "The devils will be out then."