Sun Mote Copse Where it stops nobody knows

Bronco clamped his mouth thus when she pointed out how she felt about what he'd just said about scouting. He felt it would be wiser to refrain from interjecting so he allowed her to elaborate, and was impressed at the way in which she defended the scouting trade. Je frowned, but thoughtfully; she had a point. Sugar hadn't really liked the idea of him being a scout- but he'd forgotten that Maia actually already was one, so he probably should have taken that into consideration before he'd brought up Sugar Glider's opinion, lest it cause friction between the two. He grinned fiendishly, though, when she then sought to belittle his chosen trades. 

"Apfft," He said, standing up and rolling his shoulders, as though show off brawn which had yet to develop. "Hunters coordinate the hunts that feed the -whole- pack," He said, "Taking down prey that's like...Five times our own size. An' as a mercenary..." Well? A mercenary, for a peaceful pack, he laughed softly, defeated. "Yeah, nothin' ever happens, but," He said, trailing off, as he remembered. He shrugged, turning away, sobering up slightly. "But it has. An' if someone bad does show up, somebody's gotta fend them off." He said softly.