Firefly Glen Eòlach

Kinloch's compliments made Willow feel warm behind the ears, but he didn't react much beyond that, choosing to hold firm to the stoicism common to menfolk; but he smiled, nodded, and moved ahead. At the very least it would be a bonding experience with a sibling he hadn't seen in what felt like aeons; more importantly, he felt safer knowing he wasn't alone during this time.
Without comment of his own, Willow began to prowl the greenery, nose inches from the forest floor as he sought any scents that might indicate a target.

Before long he had distanced himself a bit from Kinloch and had to pause, lifting his head to look over one shoulder for the silvered man, and instead of spotting his brother there he was eye-to-eye with a young stag. They stared at one-another with the same incredulous expression, both unwilling to break away. Something moved beyond the deer though, and with one twitch of its ear, it became animate again — pulling away and leaping in to the dark.