Firefly Glen this just in

In the wake of the incident involving a badger, Bronco had sought medical help from Fennec, but otherwise continued patrolling the newly established borders as per usual, as did many of the others who had chosen to move from the mountain to the Glen. The majority of them were somewhere handy to being his age- which he liked. It was also much less climbing and picking his way over rough terrain, which was a bonus as well. The one silly drawback to settling in the Glen, was that he no longer slept in a den that was basically a bed of mica dust. Already, the soft dusty sheen from his pelt had disappeared. 

He was on his way toward the borders when he caught sight of a figure who was familiar enough that he wouldn't dispute his right to belong there, but he also knew very little about the young male, apart from the fact that he, like Leta, had come from Easthollow. He was somewhat gawky in appearance- with big eyes, a narrow muzzle and large ears, which made him look somewhat coyote-like. He was tracking something, and Bronco licked his lips. Maybe it was something they could share!

"Whatcha trackin'?" He chirped, as he approached.