Sun Mote Copse Comanche

The task of patrolling the borders was one that Bronco enjoyed, but he now found it hard to split his time between hunting, scavenging and patrolling. Often, he had to try and merge all three- abandoning his patrol for the sake of tracking down something to hunt, as the food shortage was beginning to hit them more and more each day. He was almost perpetually hungry, and he'd been trying to feed both himself and help hunt for his mother, though thankfully she seemed to be back on her feet and capable of hunting for herself now. His next concern, of course, was Sugar Glider. 

She'd disappeared for a little while, making Bronco spiteful and resentful, but when she'd returned...She was different. He suspected that perhaps she had not left of her own will- or at least, had been delayed by some sort of altercation, something she didn't seem to want to talk about. She was stiff and abrupt, and didn't want to see him. She'd hidden herself off and when he'd tried to visit, he'd been turned away with such coldness that Bronco had left with his tail tucked. He wanted his buddy back- someone to joke with and play with, but Sugar wasn't there. He knew it wasn't his fault- but he did dislike the fact that she wouldn't see him, and he felt like there was no way to reach her. So, like his mother, as he had no other way to deal with it, he went on patrol, throwing himself into his work.