Redhawk Caldera the horses are coming

Bronte's presence at the Caldera came and went. But when she was around, you could bet your money that she was on top of her game. A once innocent girl, now quickly evolving into a very decisive, take charge individual. 

A potent scent was offered on the wind, drifting to the interior of the territory. Of crisp forests, ice and rock. Thickly mingled with herbs. She knew that smell. Moonspear. She had been on their land before, after all. Now one of their own came to hers.

Ah, if only she could have set aside more time, to pay the village a visit. To ask of Acrux and his recovery. If any of their own had tracked down Anathema. But they were here now and any information they had could be shared between them.

Flame backed, Bronte promptly arrived at the borders, seeing that her pale brother, Ponyboy, had just beaten her. Recognition lighted her eyes as she laid sight on the gently freckle faced Maggak. On her home turf, her body language was more confident, but by no means un-welcoming. Passing a glance to Ponyboy that said she knew this wolf, she strode right up to her. Circling close, once in greeting. "Maggak. I see you have found Brecheliant. And met my brother, Ponyboy. Acrux...how is his recovery?" She wasn't sure how her reception would be taken, this time. She was looking for Ananthema. Hearing this and knowing the girl had ran off with her brother, she shot him a stern, telling look. "She isn't here. But I believe he can shed a little more light on this." She said, prompting her brother to explain his version of what had transpired. In her eyes, every piece they added to the puzzle was a help.