Firefly Glen Then one day,

*grabs*

As he made his way along the borders, Bronco roved out a bit further from the slopes and into the grasslands, where the ground had finally begun to dry up and recover from the deluge. It was more firm under his feet, which was a welcome change, as he had become quite tired of slipping and sliding around on the mountain's slope. The grasses filled out, and as though they began to approach a second burst of spring, the meadows looked more verdant than ever. It wouldn't be long, he knew, until the colours started to change, and the valley was willed with autumn flowers- but they had a few weeks of summer yet, he figured. Now was the time to enjoy them. 

He spotted a greyish figure in the distance- if she stood still, she might've appeared like a slim boulder in the grasses, though she was too finely made to have been cut from anything but polished marble. He let out a bark to catch her attention, and loped toward her, having recognized her immediately. Having already crossed paths with Vallkyrie, he wondered if perhaps Mirim was coming to bring him good news, and he bounded toward her, grateful he was given the opportunity to see her again- but his expression changed when he saw hers. Miriam was searching- and her worry-worn features caused him to frown as he slowed. When he reached her, he touched her cheek with his nose in a quiet, subservient greeting. "Any sign of Asmoses?" He asked, ears turning back with trepidation.