Firefly Glen Copacabana

It was the howl that drew the matriarch, carried by the momentum of the mountain and the wind. She was close enough to arrive in due time, though did not sing of her own impending arrival to start; her long-legged strides would bring her to them sooner, but as her tongue lolled she paused long enough to provide an answering song. She was but minutes away from the duo, then, from here only able to detect the scents of Bronco and Meerkat. 

arriving next post!