The pink fireflies continued their little dance around the wolf, keeping his attention on their magnificent sparkles and whimsical fluttering of their wings. One even came over and sat on his nose for a moment, prompting him to sneeze at their pink dust. Was that dust? Maybe, maybe not. What did take his thoughts off of it though, was the presence of another wolf nearby. She sang a little song that caught his attention, but he kept his distance for now. N​ó​ttin noticed how pretty her coat was, but remembered instantly that he only had eyes for his little dove, his Dalmatia. No one else would do. But he was curious as to who this wolf was, and what she was doing here. Had the fireflies guided her here too?