Sun Mote Copse And if heaven would not have us I would take the other option

Set shortly after their return.

Since returning, his Mom had been on edge about his Dad getting attacked, and Bronco had decided at some point along their trip that he’d be a warrior when he grew up. It was a big relief, then, when he came back only to be given free roam in the packlands- as long as he stayed inside the borders. He could do that- there was plenty of space for him to prowl, searching for small animals to hunt though he lacked the finesse of sneaking that his mother had.

He wasn’t a particularly thoughtful mover. He kicked at sticks and rocks, pounced and bounded here and there and barked at birds up in the trees that took offense to his presence. He’d grown to be a bruiser of a young fellow, having lost a good deal of puppy fat while travelling. He was still a pre-tween, essentially- but had the bravado of a first year university student. He continued to travel along, looking for something to chase or someone to wrestle with, while at the same time paying little attention to his surroundings. Very much a young boy following his imagination through the thick woods.