Sun Mote Copse Today's the first day of the rest of your life

As per usual, Bronco had taken to patrolling the borders about as often as his mother had, though it took him longer to complete a tour around the pack's borders as he tended to get distracted more often than his mother did...And his legs still weren't quite as stilt-like as hers, either. Still, he wasn't terribly far away when he heard Wraen call, and he stiffened as he wondered for a moment why she might be calling for him...And Figment. It couldn't be an emergency, he decided; otherwise, she might've called for someone stronger or tougher than the two yearling boys. 

On his journey to meet her summon, his adventurous mind procured several different scenarios in response to being called alongside Figment. Maybe she was going to choose an heir of sorts- but was Figment even interested in being a leader? Maybe she wanted help with a hunt, and didn't want to bother one of the three parent-throuple-thing that involved his mother, Phox and Towhee. Of course, he imagined being pitted against Figment in a few different challenges- and while he saw himself as the victor in most physical situations, he did worry if he possessed even half the amount of brain-power that Figment had. Unfortunately, the other yearling beat him to the meeting, though he still earned a friendly nod from Bronco. Maybe it wasn't a competition. He reassured himself that he'd had a longer distance to go; and that was why he came in second. 

Wraen was with someone who for some reason or another, made the fur along Bronco's shoulders prickle, though it took him a moment or two to figure out why. He was reminded, then, of the male who had attacked Sugar Glider...Which didn't make a tonne of sense, as the only shared feature was the colour of their pelt. The other had been an adolescent wolf, about the same age as Bronco, though perhaps not quite as large- and this one here definitely would have easily been able to fight Bronco off in a spar, or a serious fight. But there was something about his scent that gave Bronco reason to associate the two- though he pushed the thought aside, and offered the stranger a lukewarm smile. Clearly, this fellow was a friend of Wraen's. 

"An' here I was," He started, turning his warm bourbon gaze to his Sovereign, "Thinkin' I had a chance. Yer just tryna make me jealous, aren't you?" He teased, before flicking his ears forward- an indication that he was done being a shameless flirt, and ready to be a bit more serious.