King Elk Forest Like a Gilded Idol

"Yao," He repeated, settling down onto the ground to take the pressure off his new friend as he ate his fill. He'd never heard a name like Haoniyao before- so he wondered where Yao had come from, what his home was like, and naturally, he wanted to learn more about the other language he spoke. In part, of course, he wanted to hear Yao speak more because he liked his accent- but he knew it'd be impolite to distract Yao with questions while he ate. 

Selflessly, Yao offered to take less- but Bronco wasn't having it, and he shook his head. "We hunted together, we split it even. You c'n save some for later, but don't take any less'n what you want. An' eat some of the good stuff," He said with a laugh, having noticed that Yao seemed to courteously choose the tougher parts to begin with. To give Yao some silence, Bronco began to tidy himself up, cleaning his fur to rid himself of some of the blood spatter even though he knew he'd just get bloody again when the time came to tear the carcass into chunks- but it was something he could do quietly, and take the pressure of conversation off Yao while he ate.