Firefly Glen glass eyes, crystal tears

Unlike the dark slate boy, Bronte had no desire to rub this strange scent all over herself. Nor did she want for it. However, she was deeply curious. Yearning to investigate more and more to decipher what it was. 

He was at a loss. "It's odd." She commented thoughtfully, tail brushing her hocks. "But yeah, I wouldn't call it...un-pleasant." She wanted to get a sniff too. And maybe a closer one of him, if he would let her. He looked far too well looked after to be a roamer.

A blonde ear swung back. Her head followed around in a twist, where her eyes landed on a fully grown female. "Oh! Hey." Her tail wagged, brows shooting up quizzically. "You couldn't tell us what this is, could ya?"