Firefly Glen fire finds a home in me

He would hear the call rise up from the borders near his current vicinity. As a patrolling sentinel who constantly haunted the borders, adding his markings with a pass along the edge of the glen, Bronco often found himself coincidentally nearby when a howl came from a joining wolf. Unfortunately, whenever it was family or friends visiting, he'd often be off along the borders that mingled with the slopes of Moonspear, and would have much further to travel. Given his proximity, he saw no reason to howl in response, to let the stranger know he was on his way, or any other reason to simply delay his approach. 

The figure in question was a dark phase wolf with narrow features, and whispy strands of silver highlighting the lines of his body, flecks of grey which might have aged him had he not such a youthful frame and brightness to his gaze. Bronco padded forward with a relaxed, hefty step before he halted and gave the stranger a nod of his head; his gaze was somewhat expectant. Most wolves who had ever attempted to join a pack in the past, knew the drill. As a Delta, and guardian, he certainly did. 

"Howdy," He said in q demure tone. "I'm Bronco Blackthorn, guardian of Firefly Glen. You called?" He asked, hoping to suss out for himself what the male's intentions were, so he could sort things out, more or less, in the time they awaited a leader's presence.