Sun Mote Copse Where it stops nobody knows

This is a wee bit out-dated now...Maybe we can have another one soon?

Bronco sniffed lightly, nodding as Maia explained a couple of the tricks that came with being a storyteller, but he was still mostly just impressed with the fact that she had somehow managed to come up with something so ridiculously far-fetched...The only stories Bronco could think of were mostly just based on his own experiences- and weren't terribly engaging. He had a sort of cap on his creativity, one that Maia seemed to have abandoned completely. Maybe adding 'magic' was the way to get outside of his normal thinking box. While he wasn't sure exactly how 'essential' story-telling was as a trade...Or how cool it would be perceived to actually be a story-teller, as a male...He had thoroughly enjoyed Maia's story, and envied her creativity. 

"You gotta teach me how to do that," He said. "I don't even think...Nah, I couldn't come up with something like that." He confessed, meaning his confession to also be a compliment. "Anyways. After that dinner an' story, I'm thinkin' it's about time to get a nap in 'fore the day's over. Figure there's a sunny patch in the Rendez-vouz site with my name on it. You..." Well, he couldn't exactly invite her to nap with him, as that'd be pretty forward. But- "Wanna walk thataway?" He asked, shrugging as non-chalantly as he could, before they headed off toward the interior of the pack.