Firefly Glen Coming?

Galen had been enjoying the serenity of an evening alone as one best could as he waited, sniffing through hardy little winter's plants and trying to discern whether they were of any use. To him, of course, he thought, nose wrinkling a little. The pickings here were slim, but no less slim than anywhere else, meaning he came up empty. Of course, success wasn't any interest of his, he was more drawn by the game of hide and seek, even if played with nature's minute bounty.

Just as he cleared his nose of the earthy, pungent scents of roots exposed - another scent swept into his nose, a loud and happy thing. His ears tipped forward, head swiveling, mouth already opening in what was to be a jubilant call.

Luhtar breaking into view was enough to turn his focused daze into one of excitement and clarity. He was up on his paws and treading over, tail wagging behind him, As if!

He tipped his head forward, shoulder pressing aside to Luhtar's in a brotherly greeting. His voice was clear and joyous, What's kept you?