She greeted him back with a Good night and he chuckled, noting that it was indeed night and no longer evening. Night... It sure is... He chuckled again and rolled his shoulder's a little. She questioned whether he had come to see the fireflies and Thorvald shook his head slowly, the large cranium moving back and forth in answer, Ei (No)... I was just coming to pass through and saw them from a distance. It is quite beautiful here... He noted as he looked around and gazed off here and there to admire the beauty of the night and all its wonders coming to life.

He wondered if there was a way to capture these beings... Then suddenly he was transported backwards in time almost, his gaze becoming a little far off as he suddenly remembered children with jars filled with lights, the skies lighting with blinking glows like embers. A sigh escaped his nose as he shook his head a little as if to come back into himself and smiled again warmly down at the smaller wolf. Have you? He asked after a moment of silence due to his flashback.