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Bronco snorted in reply, and then tried to force himself into guardian mode- which was difficult, as he now had to be an unbiased juror, though he'd already made up his mind that if the choice was his, Ridgeback would be in the pack right away. Unless he confessed to being a lazy, puppy-hating freeloader, Bronco didn't feel there'd be any reason not to accept him. Then again- if he said any of those things, Bronco would've found it nearly impossible to believe him. 

So he straightened himself up a bit, but unlike the sentries  from other packs, he had been taught to keep his composure approachable. His mother had told him that at one point, she'd basically adopted a 'chase and attack on sight' attitude for lone wolves caught wandering near the borders. And while that sounded exciting, he didn't want to have to ever fight for his life. He brought his gaze up to meet Ridgeback's orange eyes, and had to try to keep himself from just smiling. "Well, you can start by telling me your name, and a bit about where you've come from," Bronco prompted gently. He had to seriously put in an effort to keep from grinning. This felt ridiculous. "And any past experiences that you think we should know about," He added, and before he could help himself, he snickered. It would be way too easy to make the interview completely ridiculous- but for now, he did his best to try and keep it somewhat relevant.