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Bronco liked talking with Wraen. He liked how easy it was to flatter her- and that she practically begged for it...But at the same time, he knew she wasn't nearly as vain as she was putting on. He found himself feeling more comfortable around her, and realizing that she wasn't nearly as 'boring' as most adults were. Despite the fact that she wasn't a warrior or mercenary- Wraen had a lot of other things to offer, and Bronco found her interesting and easy to listen to, finally. Good thing she'd been patient with him, for nearly a year now. 

He didn't realize that the method she'd used, to keep a bunch of hooligans together, was to let them have their freedom. He liked the idea of being chosen simply because of his size, and 'cunning,' whatever that was, but he wasn't led to believe that was necessarily the best option- given the pack wasn't a group of rebellious teenagers. He couldn't just fight his way to the top- that wasn't the way the Firebirds worked. "So, I guess here, then," He said, assuming she'd hoped he'd make some connection as to which dynamic they had at the Firebirds, he paused- and then grinned. "We obviously have a tyrant," He said, and chuckled, shaking his head. "I guess you did just kind of let us brats sort things out on our own, rather'n trying to punish every stupid thing we did. Mom kind of did that," He chuckled softly. His mother was a control freak, in his opinion- but at least he saw now, at this point in his life, that he'd needed someone to lay down the law- otherwise, he could have turned out much worse. "But I kinda respect her decision to be tough on me. She was only as tough on me as she had to be, for as long as she had to be." He said.