Sun Mote Copse time makes you bolder

Having spent some time with the next generation of the pack, Bronco felt fairly worn out. Meerkat was a busy little girl, but she was fun- and his three other siblings weren't quite as physically tiring, but he did fret over them quite a bit. Infants were much more difficult to deal with because there was so little he could do for them. They cried and yowled more than they did anything else- and that stressed him out, but they were some adorable when they were all snuggled up and asleep. It was pretty much the only time visiting them was stress-free. 

He'd begun to improve his own man-cave, which was not far from the river where he'd managed to find a little knoll where some boulders from an ancient landslide had come to rest, half-buried in the earth, leaning against one another but leaving just enough space near their bases for him to dig the dirt out, and make himself a den. Like his mother, he liked to be snug and safe, and oddly enough, underground while he slept. He'd decided, recently, that it wasn't big enough. He hoped he would, naturally, have company some day and in the meantime- at least it'd give him a place to host should he be asked to take one of the kids for a couple hours. His den was also in the same neck of the woods that his mother's den was in, so that he wouldn't be too far away. 

He'd just finished kicking some more dirt out of the den when he heard his name. He shook out his pelt and lifted his head, picking Fennec's pale form out of the green backdrop easily. "Yo!" He called out, and trotted off in her direction. "Hey Fenn, what's up?" He asked, as he slid to a stop. It was nice, having her around- without having to worry about Penn. Why she saw something in him was beyond Bronco's comprehension- so needless to say, he felt a lot less pressure now that Penn had gone off on his own.