Silverlight Terrace And on this night began to wonder why,

After having found himself to be ill-equipped to hunt successfully on the Moonspear's slopes, Bronco descended into the wilderness beyond, in hopes of tracking down something small that he could bring home as a meal for himself and Meerkat. He didn't want her to feel obliged to feed both of them, not when she'd only made her first real kill less than a month ago. For now, he would provide for the both of them, and engage in pack hunts so that more mouths could be fed with one meal. 

The weather wasn't great- nor did it help him track anything down, as it washed away pawprints, and filled his nose with the scent of wet earth. It was warmer in the lower altitudes, though, so at least the rain didn't feel cold. He was beginning to give up hope when he caught sight of a silhouette in the distance- and while it took him a moment, he did eventually recognize her. He remembered, with a curious smile, the way she'd intercepted his path to keep him from foolishly throwing himself into an elk hunt which could've resulted in his death...And how they'd played 'bobstones' together. She looked different now- though it could've simply been because her fur traced the outlines of her body as her pelt became saturated with raindrops. Still, aware of the fact that he himself had likely, actually changed a great deal since he'd seen her last- he approached, with his head slung low, and tail waving gently side to side. He uttered a soft chuff- feeling a bit silly interrupting her, as she seemed to back in both the moonlight and the downpour.