Sun Mote Copse Starting from zero got nothing to lose

Attn: @Phox, @Alyx, @Quetzal @Primrose Redhawk

There was a fair breeze, but it was still warm and in the afternoon Bronco had had to find some time to sit down and really scratch in order to get rid of his winter coat which was beginning to fall out in big puffs of cream fur. It was mostly the soft underwool that seemed to be shedding- and it was his first time shedding, which he found to be ridiculously uncomfortable. He rubbed himself against trees, scooted his butt along the ground, rolled, and grabbed whatever tuft of loose fur he could and pulled it out just to get rid of the itch. Pine trees seemed to be the best, with their rough bark- but he had to be careful not to rub against one that was leaking sap. 

He'd managed to get rid of a fair bit of loose fur by the time the sun peaked and began to make its way toward the Western horizon, so he decided to stop in and see his mom, and have a look at the puppies. Still, he mostly spent his time at the den's entrance acting as a silent guardian, or hunting or guarding so that he was useful, but he had yet to spend much quality time with the newest members of his family. 

He greeted his mother from the den's mouth, and was slightly surprised when she invited him in. Her eyes were watchful, but warm. He knew not to reach out to any of the pups- she'd mostly just invited him in to see them, not to handle them, so he looked at them with a soft, gentle gaze. They were so much smaller than Meerkat, still- but no less amazing. A bit frightening, considering their tiny size, but in the silence, he was content to sit and watch as they suckled at his mother's side, three soft, round little bundles of fur.