Sun Mote Copse long time the manxome foe he sought

'Just 'cause drama is fun XD

For what was probably the umpteenth time, Bronco returned to the place where his father had been laid to rest, arriving just in time to see Elfie striding off in the distance. His nose quivered, and he considered simply dashing off after the slightly older boy, to see what he was up to, but something else caught his attention. He'd cast a sidelong glance at his father's grave and didn't notice it at first, and had taken a few steps off toward where Elfie had disappeared- but then he froze. 

Earlier, there'd been a flower there, lovingly placed on his father's grave. He'd stopped to smell it earlier, making the little yellow and white petals shiver slightly, and though it didn't have much of a scent itself, he could tell that it had been placed there by Sugar Glider. He'd begun tracking training with his mother before Colt had died- and had learned to associate particular scents with particular wolves. Sugar Glider was no exception, and it warmed his heart and brought tears to his eyes to see that his cousin had carefully placed something so pretty on his father's grave. Each time he'd passed by, as though watching for his father to return, he glanced at the flower- and it brought him peace. 

But it was gone. He searched here and there, and eventually found it lying a bit dishevelled in the tall grass not far away. The stem was broken, and the petals crumpled. Bronco was first struck by shock and fear. The flower had been bright only hours ago- he could understand removing dead, dried flowers from a grave, but a fresh, pretty one? He sniffed at it, and saw with dread the telltale shine of moisture from someone's mouth still clinging to the stem, and it smelled of Elfie. 

He jerked his head up, pricking his ears. Elfie had done this? Taken the flower from Colt's grave and tossed it into the grass? He couldn't believe it...But he had to see for himself. He dashed off still following the grass which leaned in Elfie's direction, a visible trail left behind only moments ago by the boy. He heard Elfie's voice as he approached, and noted the somewhat defensive posture he used as he blocked Sugar Glider's path. And bless her soul- she was carrying more flowers. 

Bronco skidded to a halt, and immediately went into an offensive posture, tail curling over his back and hackles raising. "Don' be such a dick, Elfie," He accused harshly, coming swiftly to Sugar's defense. Being a bit more than two months older, Elfie was the largest of the three of them, but Bronco- having spent more time outside of the pack's safety than the other pups in the pack, had the bravado of an adult, albeit foolishly so. He then sharply lowered his head, as though he was about to go in for an attack- he'd seen his mother do the same thing. He flattened his ears threateningly against his head- again, mimicking a posture he'd seen his mother take. "You threw the flower off my Dad's grave. Didn' you?" He challenged, feeling powerful as he exposed Elfie's misdeed to his cousin, who he hoped would become enraged as well, so the two of them could knock Elfie down a peg or two.