Sun Mote Copse the jabberwock, with eyes of flame

Sugar's brow furrowed at his disheartened reply. She didn't really understand his motivations. He should do what he wanted to do in some capacity that helped serve the pack. What did it matter what anyone else was doing? And how could a trade be considered "cool"?

Judging by the turn this conversation had taken (and Bronco's tanking mood), Sugar decided maybe honesty wasn't the best policy right now, at least not with such frankness. "What are your favorite hobbies?" she pressed. Maybe they could start there and figure out some ideas how he could them them into some sort of activity for the greater good.