Firefly Glen we will walk together until it disappears

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On the fringes, he traced over signs of his brother, his mother, Bronco, and others. There were no mentions of Mira yet, or the unfamiliar scent she had last been found tangled with--which was something else in the back of his mind a lot lately. He wanted to range further after her soon, truthfully. He did not know what to think about his misplaced sister, besides rage for what had taken her from them, and trust that she would get back to the Spear.

That wasn't for tonight, however. He set out first to affirm the claim so they could further protect the mountain and its glen, but interest was swift to wander just enough beyond to find the stranger. Their boundaries were hazy enough still in a few spots, up for interpretation as they were carving their paths as they spoke. Wind seemed to play in his favor now, and if he was not mistaken, they were getting closer. His eyes narrowed and he slowed gradually. Neverwinter? Maybe, but.. he wasn't thinking so. It didn't give him very long to make great opportunity out of it, but he was interested in pressing the matter some.

From the dark he went striding on to meet, and potentially intercept the traveler's way. Though not directly head on, he managed to get pretty close, and when he finally caught a glimpse of the motion, he honed in the rest of the way to hopefully warrant reaction--bold, tail arcing halfway, and poised to lord over this swatch of land their mother set them to work on.