Firefly Glen Malkavian

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After making his way home from the Caldera, the first place Bronco visited was the ravine, where the river ran along red stone banks. He followed his way along the riverbanks quietly and carefully, until he saw the small waterfall up ahead, which told him that he was getting close. Somewhere along here, he thought, as he glanced downriver- the coconut shell must have been carried on the current. But he saw no sign of it now, and assumed it had been carried further downriver. But that wasn't his first concern; what bothered him was the fact that it had been too long since he'd seen Fennec, and he had words for her.

But when he came to her den, he trudged up the stepping stones to the mouth of it and inhaled a breath; even without stepping inside, he could tell she wasn't there, which was a relief. But to his dismay...Her scent had grown old. She'd abandoned this den now too- probably because she wanted to live somewhere that he didn't know. Well, if that was how she was going to be, he'd scour the entire pack looking for her, if he had to.

So he was wandering back along the river's edge when he caught sight of Astrid- carrying a fresh kill with her, heading in his direction. He had other priorities, and had had no idea that she'd been trying to track him down, so he gave her a curt nod, and altered his route a bit so she could make her way toward wherever she was headed, and he could continue on- not knowing she'd been searching for him.