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Sticks?! Bronco had to try very hard not to snort when he heard what Ridgeback's real name was. Given his lack of education, Bronco wouldn't have ever heard of the river Styx, and thus- he heard the homonym which he thought at first might've been a joke. He told himself not to dwell on it too much- Ridgeback had a way cooler name now, though he did tell himself he could always tease Ridgeback about his previous moniker later, if they got to that sort of friendship. 

He spoke quickly, as though trying to just get through everything...And when he mentioned his pack's purpose, he opened his mouth, and nodded. So that's why he'd spoken so fast. He felt bad, then, making Ridgeback say things he might not have wanted to say...And all for a mock-interview that he probably didn't even need practice for. His ears turned back, but he told himself to stay composed. From what he could tell, then...Ridgeback came from a rough background- much more military in nature, and Bronco thought he could sense a bit of spite and distaste in Ridgeback's choice of words, and tone. 

He offered Ridgeback a soft smile. At least he was away from that sort of a life now. He didn't have to be an heir, nor did he have to be a soldier. "We know the importance of having both of those...But the Firebirds; we're a peaceful crew. We have no rivals or enemies, and want to keep it this way." He said. "How would you normally greet a visitor who came to your borders?" He asked.