Firefly Glen One Hand, One Heart

As time passed, Bronco's injuries had healed, and he had begun to resume his border patrols without too much complaining from his shoulder. He couldn't tell if his hearing had changed much, with the loss of one ear, though he felt the cold a bit more now, on that side of his skull, as the cup of his ear could no longer protect his ear canal from the winds. More noticeable still was the absence of several of their packmates, in the wake of the bear attack. The Glen felt quiet, and he felt as though his packmates were distant. They were managing, but it was tough. He felt as though he ought to visit Moonspear as well, to see how they were coping with their losses as well. Meerkat had not yet returned, and he worried for her as well. 

He'd been at the lakeside for a drink when he stepped on something buried beneath the snow at the lake's edge that caught his ankle in an odd way. He stumbled slightly, looking back to see if it was a rock, as it hadn't budged from its place. His jaw dropped open when he saw an unusual, yet familiar, curve peeking out of the snow. 

Once he had satisfied his thirst, he made his way back along the lake's edge until he reached the river and ravine that led back toward Moonspear. He followed it as the walls of the ravine grew, red sandstone contrasting against the white of snow. He made his way to the den that Fennec had made, and tiptoed up the slope toward the den's entrance. He stepped inside, and felt slightly insecure- but he managed. Having spent his recovery in and around a den in he Caldera, his fears had been eased significantly. He turned around, having accomplished what he had come to do- and then stepped outside, tipping his head back to call for @Fennec.