Firefly Glen I know a boat you can get on

Turns out, he was not far off when the howl rose. He slicked back his ears at the realization though, toying with a lick of guilt for not reaching out himself sooner. But, Bronco's absence from the Glen had come at a bad time.. so bad that Antares scarcely had the energy to spend on it right now, sensing he was more wounded about it than he wanted to lead on.

Though he didn't really rush himself over, he made good time. As he stepped closer, formally arriving, he lifted his head, then found a tired voice to answer in. Atlas is still missing, he informed in lieu of a proper greeting. It was why the Blackthorn would have to settle for only him to answer, and believe him, he was not happy about it either. Best to preface with that, he thought, as he finally got a bit better of a look at Bronco's new scars. At least he was he still alive. And back here, too.