Blacktail Deer Plateau Who the hell is bucky

Good good! She'd been doing well. That was good to hear, he would've felt sad if she said she'd had a horrible time. Partly because he would've felt it to be his fault. It was his fault that the whole incident happened and she had to leave. Why had he ever listened to his mother in the first place. He hated the thought that he'd ever been Bjara's submissive little soldier boy. He wished he could've been more like Captain, she always did what she thought. He would strive to be more like her now. She continued to talk, but a name struck him and brought up a bad memory. Stark. Her brother, if he remembered correctly. Stark and Zeke didn't really get along. Hopefully Stark wasn't around at the moment or they might have an issue.

Masking his concern with a kind smile. Glad your ok. His long tail wagged across the ground, slowly becoming a playful thump. Then Captain brought up a good point. Steady would certainly ask what was going on when he brought another pack's scent back to the mountain. They should probably deal with that. He cocked his head teasingly, as if pondering his options. Then the big goofball nodded, Yeah you're right. They'll probably ask about that. Race you to the nearest stream! He leaped up clumsily, skipping to get his head start.

The shale grey male raced through the forest, past the dead trees and towards the nearest source of water. He soon heard rushing water, and found he must be close. He turned his head to see how close Cap was, surely she wasn't far behind. They'd always been equals when it came to speed. He skidded down a slope towards the stream, kicking up leaves in his wake. He stopped at the waterside, turning towards his friend breathing heavily. I won. He managed, a victorious smile plastered on his face.