Firefly G2

351 birth stats
370 training stats
Mates with betta

When you were gonna yeet a wolf but RP'ed with it and got attached ;-;

My howl-O-Ween treat haul!
Jaeson gave me a tuggy tendril and lunar recipe!
Agro gave me a lucky foot!
Kira gave me three huge elk carcasses! (I had to have my pa help me bring em all home haha!)
Olivia gave me a bone decor, two doe carcasses, and arctic butterflies!
Obscure luna gave me a whitetail and bovine carcass! (Pa had to help me again :P)
Arron gave me a healing salve, critter bundle, and muskrat carcass!
Springlow gave me a healing salve and bighorn carcass!
Ducks defy gravity gave me 5 lucky feet and 5 salves!!
D'oh! Solar zephyr tricked me! But hey I got a wolf skull and pelt from it! Don't tell mum!
Karrugang gave me a rat!
Sigyn gave me a bone decor!
Amour gave me a delicate meat, large leaf, healing salve, garlic, bearberry, dead fish, burning bush, dandelion, acorn, ginger, quail, and owl talon!

She had never spoken of this experience, and never realized its significance until now. She was out going from pack to pack collecting treats. All the other young ones were too little to leave the den, but as she was close to adulthood, they let her off on her own to go visit packs and maybe even find a late night party for a little. She knew she shouldn't have been out this late but she didnt feel like going back to the pestering pups wanting all the goodies she had collected tonight. It was in the darkest part of night, probably right before the new dawn of the new month would come. She hadn't smelled any new packs for a while, and there was an eerie silence, as there usually is in the dead of night. But this silence gave her an unnerved feeling, her fur standing on end. Not even the crickets chirping or the rustling of leaves to be heard. suddenly she found herself engulfed in fog. She could hardly see her surroundings and lost all sense of direction. She huddled down on the ground, afraid to move. clutching her pumpkin tightly as if it could anchor her down and keep her from being swept away in the endless swirling mist. Firefly wasn't sure how long she had been rooted in place, but she thought she could see a soft yellow glow in the distance, and it was growing. The glow grew bigger and brighter, as the fog slowly lifted. The light sharpening to a small distinct cluster of moving orbs in the distance. They seemed to jump around sporadically before suddenly stopping and laying still, hovering in place. They started moving again, but slower, more deliberately. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but they looked like they were getting bigger, moving closer… yes they were definitely moving closer, and coming straight for her! Her entire body shook and she felt completely immobilized by heavy stones of fear in her gut. She was sure they were coming for her! what they wanted from her or to do with her she didn't know, she could only shut her eyes and hope it would all be over soon as she shook uncontrollably; her jaw aching from clenching the pumpkins vine so tightly, Vomit threatening to rise up.
Her silent terror was soon broken by the sounds of howling and yelping off in the distance. Fireflys eyes snapped open and she was once again surrounded in almost pitch darkness, no trace of lights or fog. As she slowly stood up, a small gang of young adults came crashing past the small trail she was on. All of them wearing remnants of former costumes now torn apart from the vigorous late night, early morning howl-o-ween parties. One barking 'watch where you're going kid!' As he stumbled past, his breath thick with the smell of fermented berries. As they all went on their noisy way, she was left in stunned silence yet again, but quickly turned and bolted, running as fast as her paws could take her, away from that horrible place, and that sense of impending doom. Her throat constricting as she tried to hold back her tears and fear. She hoped that this was just some very intricate last minute howl-o-ween prank and she would never see those mesmerizing lights again. This had been her first and only howl-o-ween and had insisted on going alone, but regretted that decision as she ran, her chest feeling like it was about to burst. She crept silently into the camp, heading toward the den where all the young ones stayed until adulthood. She nestled herself into all the other sleeping pups and tried to close her eyes and forget about the whole event. Ignoring all the others grumblings at their disturbed sleep. —WIP—

Dragonfly, her daughter
Seashore, her son