Firefly Glen As if the great divide could swallow me whole

He saw a look of appraisal in Haoniyao's eyes, which indicated to Bronco that he was still quite taken with the dusty sparkle that Bronco shed like a layer of glittery mist. There seemed to be a look of curiosity on his features, so Bronco supplied a brief explanation. "It's just dust. But like....Sparkly mountain cave dust, called mica," He said. "Put it on someone with a winning personality and boom." He said, reaching out with one foot and softly brushing it along Haoniyao's shoulder, leaving a silvery trail of dust behind. "Now you sparkle too," He said. He'd begun to lose count of how many wolves he'd shared the shimmering dust with, intentionally or not- but the number was definitely getting up there. 

Now introduced, Leta and Yao seemed to have settled into an easy peace with one another, which came as no surprise to Bronco. After all- kind spirits tended to attract themselves to other kind spirits, or so he believed. And while he didn't know Leta terribly well, and he'd only truly met Haoniyao once before- they seemed the sort of wolf who was authentic enough, and comfortable enough in their own skin, that there was nothing pretended about either of them. They both made a solid, stable first impression; and Bronco liked wolves who were both friendly and comfortable. At peace with both of them, and allowing them a moment to joke back and forth, Bronco merely grinned at Yao's joke and looked for Leta's reaction.