Firefly Glen zeal without knowledge is a runaway horse

He unknowingly walked right into this one. Even for the keen Antares, suspicion prickled at him too late, but as soon as realization dawned, he moved it swiftly onto interest. He swiveled an eager ear, and the second he had a trace of anything, he was following it towards the source--each stride lengthier than the last, until he screeched it all to a halt.

The scenery revealed a glimpse of red first. Not like the autumn leaves, a different shade.. but certainly, he had not forgotten, though this light was markedly different. It wasn't a stranger. He was instinctively searching for her face next, confirming that surprise once he spotted blue, and his nose said so too. Scorpion.

That wasn't what he expected of his mosey to nowhere. After the turn of their last meeting, he hadn't been sure what to think but.. it was something, somewhere. Now that she was here, back, it wasn't any clearer. His lifted his head, and the next steps were lighter.. confident enough of him, but like he knew a boundary hovered near, and he didn't want to cross hers unnecessarily while still getting closer--he had a lot of questions, after all, and to a proven flight risk no less.