Firefly Glen Eòlach

Huh? 

It was unexpected that his name would sound through the trees. Strange to be gazing at the chirping bird and then to hear a familiar voice. Had it come from the winged fellow? Surely not! The birds did not know his name. 

Pale ears swiveled and Kinloch turned his head. The man’s bronze eyes fell on a familiar face - one he had not expected to be there. 

Will! 

Large paws pranced toward the other figure. Kinloch’s eyes twinkled with joy at finding his family in an unknown land.