Verdant Basin and burbled as it came!

She still seemed somewhat sensitive to the light so, as he'd stated previously, he stood back up, prompted by her hunger, and positioned himself so that he could block her from the sun's glare. The snow's reflection wasn't exactly something he could help, but he'd do as much as he could in the meantime. Though she claimed her hunting skills were lacking, he did have some confidence in his, so he set about sniffing the air, first, so that he didn't have to move out of his sun-blocking position. 

"I don't remember Spring either." He said, still stretching his neck so he could sniff the air. . "Or much of last summer." He admitted. It had all gone by in a blur, after all. After his father had passed away, Bronco had failed to take note of most things which might have otherwise been delightful for someone his age. He was ambivalent about fall, but fairly certain that he didn't like being hungry- and if winter meant always being hungry, then it fell to reason that he didn't like winter. 

"Oh!" He said, freezing as he leaned in one direction, before he began to saunter away, turning his head this way and that, inhaling through his nose, and exhaling through his mouth quickly. "Think I got somethin'!" He exclaimed, and began to trot off, assuming she'd follow along behind him.