Firefly Glen As if the great divide could swallow me whole

It is, she answered agreeably with a wave of her tail. It was not too hot, but neither was it as cold as winter; it was perfectly in the middle, and she was happy to forge new paths with Bronco. There were several here already set by those of their ilk—Moonspear—and they would create several more. Oh, no—not Neverwinter... Easthollow, she kindly corrected with a smile. There was a stranger then, who looked quite intimidating. Instinctively stiffening beside Bronco, she wondered if this wolf would be friend or foe. 

Her relief was palpable when Bronco broke the tension with his body language, and the stranger with their warm words of greeting. Not an adversary, then, but a friend... old, or new? Old, they had not seen one another in months... but that changed little for Bronco, who was warm and welcoming as though no time had passed at all. Mambo? she asked, not realizing he translated it immediately after and greeting him in turn with a shy smile and a, hello, Yao, marveling at his build. Heavy and broad, his limbs were longer and did not quite seem to match his physique. His eyes were a bright orange, reminding her of autumn leaves at their most splendid (in her own opinion), and he seemed to her quite kind.