Cedar Sweep On the Pitch of the Avenroe Grasses

Pride rushed from the boy knowing that though he'd tried to avoid having this exact thing happen, fate chose to make it so nonetheless...And even better yetr- his stare-off with the porcupine was short-lived, as he learned soon thereafter in hearing the trill of laughter from a short distance away that he had had an audience. Had it been one of his own packmates, he might have simply brushed it off and asked them for help, distracting the creature so he could potentially make a nab at its only visible vulnerable spot, but this wasn't a a packmate. This wasn't even a friend, who'd managed to catch him in a fairly upsetting moment- this was a complete stranger and even worse yet, it was a girl.

He couldn't quite interpret exactly how kindly her gaze was, given the fact that her eyes were different shades- one of emerald, and one of amber. He took a moment to eye her up, something he would have done regardless of what kind of prey he had cornered, simply because her looks were so fetching, and he had never seen a wolf with heterochromia before. The porcupine, naturally, began to sidle off- not worried whatsoever about turning its thorny back on the boy it had already punctured. Bronco idly turned one ear toward it, and gave it a begrudging growl, as though to command it to stay put while he chatted up this pretty spectator, but it thought nothing of him, and continued to waddle away slowly, as porcupines do. 

"Glad I could be of some entertainment," He said, trying to put a grin on his face but in shifting his weight, he reminded himself of the multutide of quills he currently had embedded in his shoulder. Grin turned to grimace as he continued. "Show's over," He commented dryly, turning to eye up the porcupine which- in those few seconds- had waddled back to the lean sapling and had begun to climb back up again. "An' he doesn't do encores." He said wryly, giving up hope on the porcupine as he sat down, and craned his neck so that he could start pulling the quills out. Normally, he would be more flirtatious, and put the attention on her with some form of flattery- but evidently, sufficient pain could distract him from being a gentleman; who knew.