Sun Mote Copse To the priest with his broken arrows

Bronco still felt ruffled that Wraen had killed the bird- even though she claimed that it fell suddenly to its death from fright upon seeing her. This he didn't quite believe- as he didn't find Wraen to be a terribly intimidating wolf, but the fact that he was incredibly biased didn't exactly cross his mind. To him, Wraen was gentle and patient- to a bird...Not so much. Especially to a bird thsat already knew it was going to die, and had no means of escaping while it was being tracked. Bronco's short-sightedness made him stubborn and arrogant on the best of days, and he avoided eye contact with Wraen almost as a means of punishment, to show his lack of interest and respect. 

She recommended checking out some muskrat's dens, and Avery seemed willing to go and do that. Bronco waited for a moment, not really willing to take Wraen's suggestion simply because he still felt entitled to the hunt he'd begun earlier, and that she'd robbed him of his catch. But Avery's interest in the matter was tempting, so he shrugged, eventually, and decided for Avery's sake- and because apparently muskrats were a better opponent for him anyway- he'd do as Wraen recommended. "Sure- I mean, whatever," He said, just so that he didn't sound too interested. "C'mon, Avery, less-go," He said, and he swept forward to inelegantly snatch the magpie from where Wraen had dropped it, his brisk movement punctuated by a slight but sharp growl. Whether he was unaware of his disrespectful motions and sounds or he simply didn't care how they were interpreted was beyond Bronco- who then began to strut off, simply assuming Wraen wouldn't react whatsoever to his rudeness, and that Avery would follow him.