Gyrfalcon's Keep do small things in a great way

Since relocating to Ouroboros Spine to stay with Moonglow for some time, Bronco felt a bit of weight slip from his shoulders, allowing him to relax for a bit. It seemed like it had been months since he had been able to take some time t think for himself, without having to keep others in mind as well. But that didn't mean he had nothing to think about- instead, he found himself quietly wandering toward the ocean in hopes that a little daytrip might help him make up his mind about what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. He knew others counted on him- and that there were others that expected things of him- but was there any room left, at the end of the day, for him to do what he wanted to do?

He felt himself wishing that he could simply go to Brecheliant so that he could talk to Wraen and see what she thought about it. Part of him did consider simply going there, and apologizing, and then asking for her advise- but he worried that that might come across as taking advantage of her wisdom without having ever had anything to offer in return. He didn't figure that he deserved having her as a sage confidante, not after how he'd treated her. 

So he went toward the ocean and ended up wandering a bit further than he'd intended to go, but he figured that he'd be able to make it back, still, before anyone really needed or missed him. He'd begun to snuffle along the shoreline to get his fill of all the wonderful smells the area had to offer- but he froze when he came across one that felt both fresh and old at the same time. The wolf who had walked this way had come here not long ago- but this wolf had also left his life a long time ago. He followed the scent, taking note of the fact that the wolf had made a kill- and when he saw the yellow-ochre pelted male in the distance, he stopped in his tracks, and called out in disbelief. 

"Elfie?"