Firefly Glen Eòlach

Forgetting for now that feeling in his skin, Willow saunters from the shadows and picks his way across the moss-hewn forest floor, deftly climbing over a low pile of green-caked debris as he makes his way. It helps that he's so small and quick, one might suppose.
When did you leave home? He asked next, sounding almost breathless. It wasn't too surprising that his little brother was roaming the world (it probably made their mother happy, knowing they were out here forging their own paths like good boys do), but there was still some surprise there, finding one-another.
Willow tried not to consider that maybe their mother had sent Kinloch out to find him, for some reason. They weren't exactly close. But he held back on asking, partly out of fear and partly because — well, what would be the point?