Firefly Glen Scattered Arif

Bronco said nothing. They moved forward as one then, strutting forth. They searched for the trail that Toad knew was near and nothing more or less. They were in an area toward the Heartwood. The upper east had not been heavily trafficked, and so the huntress felt comfortable leading her comrade. No others bothered them.

Following the smells was intense and beautifully silent. Occasionally, she would glance toward Bronco to confirm what she felt, and he would merely agree in the way he did. He more than once directed her closer to the trail as the pair caught on. She followed him loyally, for it was clear his skill was great.

Eventually, what they found before them was a herd of whitetail deer at a great distance. It was impossible to tell exact numbers. However, it was clear that many were present and unable to acknowledge the predators stalking them. Toad maintained a careful downwind position, ensuring that no animals to the west might be able to capture their scent. It was here that she looked to Bronco. She had found them. It was up to him what they might do with the herd.