Firefly Glen i tried but i don't think so

He'd started following a deer a couple hours prior but something else had scared it and it had bolted off. It wasn't like Mal was going to hunt it on its own, but he wanted to see if that was one of his forest's herd since he'd first crossed its trail close to his own territory. After giving up on that he just.. wandered. Well, his son was still missing. This was about as far as he was going to wander when Miriam was gone -- he had two children solely counting on him right now, after all.

Mal was starting to wonder if the ran had all flowed down here and pooled -- there'd been enough of it, and Mal really hadn't been out here for ages. Wasn't really high priority. So as he was picking his way carefully through the mud, avoiding the dampest spots, and was just about to turn home when he heard someone not too far ahead. His ears pricked forward. About the mud, was it? He wove his way forward, spotting a sort-of-familiar figure. Not having a good time? His tone, as before, was amused, slightly smirking. Mal wasn't back to normal, but at least his sense of humor hadn't entirely faded.