Sun Mote Copse close your eyes, you’ll leave this dream

The energy of the pack had picked up, what with the warming temperatures, and the arrival of the first pup- and an unexpected one at that. He knew more pups would come when his mother gave birth, and while he felt a bit unsettled, he was coming to terms with that fact, and felt more and more like an adult the more he simply accepted it. He wasn't a pup anymore, anyway- he was in the adult ranks, and had two trades to focus on. So when a howl came from beyond the borders, he howled in response- more a courtesy than anything, to tell the stranger he was on his way, before he trotted off in that direction. 

The stranger, even from a distance, looked unkempt, and the closer he got, the more Bronco noticed the poor condition of his pelt and body. Though winter had just passed, the male was missing chunks of fur that definitely weren't from Spring shedding; and he looked thin. There was something ravenous in his dark eyes, and a sort of sway about him, even while he was still, that Bronco couldn't really pinpoint to being and illusion created by the soft wind and his missing fur, or if he wasn't standing perfectly still. Bronco came to a stop, and his hesitance showed as he licked his lips, flicking his ears back, and then forward again before he gave the stranger a nod. "You called?" He asked redundantly. Unlike others- others who appeared a bit more...clear and healthy, he didn't feel inclined to be as unguarded as he might normally be. This guy put him on edge, though he did his best not to show it too much.