Firefly Glen Eòlach

Willow was swift to draw near. Kinloch waved his tail in long sweeps. His rear swung with the motion of it but this did not slow him down. 

Oh, not long ago. Maybe six months. Maybe more, if he thought about it. He’d left their home before the worst of the snow had fallen and had spent the better part of winter in motion. Kinloch did not have a destination in his mind. He felt he would know in his gut when he had arrived in the place he was meant to be. 

You live out here? the silver figure asked. He let his gaze travel to the glen, this time taking it in with home in mind. It wasn’t a bad place. Quiet and cool.