Dusk was approaching. Limavady had fallen asleep in one of the trees, and it wasn't until the sun and sunk just above the horizon that he woke up. Not that you could tell where the sun was at today. It had been cloudy and cold, but not uncomfortable enough to hole up in the tunnels. The Scout Superior was almost always top!side, and worked nearly nonstop. It wasn't so much a chore as it was his lifestyle. He loved the thrill of the hunt, he loved to pinpoint a target and shoot for it, especially if it meant his family and friends would benefit from it. Killing all sorts of prey was his specialty, and anyways the animals above soil were much more intriguing to him. As he lazily opened his green eyes, he blinked down at the preparing fireflies. It was about to happen. They loved to dance in this meadow. Slowly yet surely, one by one, lights came flashing on. Softly. Some would flash in sync, some would fly up and around and leave trails of their light behind. He could hear frogs, but from his perch, he could not see where. They tasted nasty anyways.