Cedar Sweep On the Pitch of the Avenroe Grasses

Bronco rolled his eyes, still a literally sore loser from his failed attempt at catching and killing the porcupine. Solaris, as she introduced herself, seemed somewhat enigmatic to him, as he couldn't be sure if she was just being sarcastic- or if she seriously thought the porcupine could be blown out of the tree...Until she offered, or least, he thought she offered- to help him. He grimaced. He was actually fairly done with the porcupine, but for her sake...And perhaps just for the opportunity to spend some more time with her, he'd chance another fateful encounter with the porcupine, if she was willing to pitch in. 

Then again, maybe she just wanted to see him get beaned by the porcupine again. But he was willing to take that chance. 

"Well," He said, doing his best to ignore the painful sting in his shoulder, as he still had at least twenty quills embedded in the skin there in a good clump. "What do you suggest?" He asked, willing to allow her to take over the expedition, and learn some better way of de-treeing and killing a porcupine.