Sun Mote Copse The stars collected, each world accounted for

With his mother laying close by, watching over him, he was allowed to play around just outside the den. She was watchful, and a bit paranoid if nothing else- the shadow of a bird passing overhead made her growl, a noise which at first alarmed Bronco a bit, until he got used to it, and failed to notice every time she got nervous. Of course, he didn't exactly know why it was that she feared birds passing by overhead- they were so far away, and so small, how could they ever be dangerous? For a young one who had yet to experience any sort of pain or fear, it was all too easy for him to be governed by a false sense of bravado. 

He'd been given something meaty to chew on, now that his milk teeth had come in. His father had regurgitated it the last time he'd come by, and Bronco found it delicious. He fended his sister off with pealing growls and little shoves every time she came too close. Now that they had teeth, they were both beginning to learn that it hurt to be bitten- but he was willing to incur a bit of damage as long as he inflicted more and could fend his sister away from what he thought was his. He'd taken the choice chunk of regurgitated meat, had fended his sister off from it- leaving her to a smaller piece- and began to rip and tear away at it, growling to himself as he enjoyed his meal. 

And as long as the kids weren't chewing on her, Niamh didn't mind at all that they occasionally chewed on each other. This was peace.