It was a bit large to be a will o' wisp, and anyway didn't those prefer forests? They did traditionally, however, beckon naive people to follow them, usually to some manner of doom. Or destiny. It really depended on whom you asked.
"I am not a creature which people have given a name," it said. "I am the first and last of my kind, here for a singular purpose. You must follow me, Bob-Tessell-human. Your gate is about to close."
It took off with great leaping strides, its broad feet seeming to hit the ground without actually making contact with it, small boulders, brush and blades of grass passing through it. Bob spurred on Thornhoof through