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Perfect. 

Mom was sleeping (as she usually was, all the time- such a bore!) and he was ready and raring to get out of the den. He knew that when Mom was asleep, they were supposed to stay in the den. He'd managed to get out a few times now, but had been met by strict reprimands by his inexperienced mother, who hadn't exactly learned how to have much in the way of patience or leniency. This didn't dissuade Bronco, who would happily suffer the consequences- even if it frightened him to be yelled at, and made him cry- for the chance to get outside and do whatever he wanted to do. He loathed being cooped up and told that he was supposed to stay in after he'd done someting bad...That was the worst punishment, and his mother seemed to know that. He'd already been punished once that morning for going out without permission, and had been grounded in response, though Niamh had more or less had to block the entrance completely with her big hindquarters while Nellie was allowed to play outside. 

Obviously, it hadn't had much of an effect on him. Sure, he'd yelled and screamed and tried to work his way past his mother when she'd grounded him, but it hadn't worked. Hours later, his mother had relented, and now she was napping. So when someone called out, he was quick to get to his feet and stumbled and tumbled toward the entrance of the den before his mother had even had a chance to come to. He ignored her completely as she suddenly barked at him- presumably to keep him from just running outside, but it fell on deaf ears. He emerged into the sunlight to see a wolf who had an Eljay sort of colour to them, but with feminine features. He smiled up at her and opened his mouth to greet her with a volley of puppy-speech- but before he could, he was promptly jailed by his mother, who placed one forefoot on either side of him, close enough together so that he couldn't move forward or back. She wasn't especially gentle- but with Bronco, she didn't need to be. To him, this was a game, so with a screeching peal of laughter he started biting at her forelegs so she would let him go and see who this new wolf was.