Firefly Glen Shoulders back, chest out, and eyes raised.

This was but a stone throw from Moonglow.

But that conclusion had not reached him yet. He had followed the old trail of a herd, winding and weaving. Soon he would turn back to find the warmth of Brecheliant once more.

For a moment he wondered if he had stumbled upon a raggedy, tattered bear.

Then realized it was too wrong in some places for that.

Makan could not speak to announce himself, so he did not hide his steps. He did not bother to be the form of a hunter he had become.

But whenever eyes did find him, he was prepared to maintain a submissive posture.