Sun Mote Copse You were dancing in your tube socks in our hotel room.

Something in his gut clenched when she spoke- it was an odd feeling, a sensation he wasn't used to, and came ushered by a rush of energy. Other animals wouldn't talk to him- coyotes were to be chased out, and foxes never bothered to give him the time of day, and no other creature had actually conversed with him...So surely, he thought, she had to be somehow, maybe just a little bit, wolf. He was pleased- and it showed in the tip of his tail, which began to wave back and forth over his haunches though he was very much unaware of the fact that it had begun to do so. 

She said something that was perhaps an apology- but he heard the pun, and waited a moment or two, to check to see just how serious she was- before he smiled. Her features were deadpan, and the soft alto of her voice was fairly serious, but he thought that perhaps she was just waiting for him to crack first...And he had. He felt some impulse begging him to forgive her immediately, and to invite her into their midst...But he knew that he really ought not treat trespassers with instant forgiveness, otherwise they'd find themselves having to deal with trespassers all the time. Still...He couldn't be angry with her. He wasn't entirely sure what he was feeling- but it was new, and it felt nice, and it made him want to be nice to her. 

"I'm Bronco," He said, before he realized that he hadn't really offered her forgiveness, or acknowledged her apology at all. He smiled bashfully. "An' it's OK, I'm sure it was an accident. You're not hurt, are you?" He asked, moving forward slightly, so he could look her over. He couldn't take his eyes off of her- and he was tempted so immensely to reach out and touch her- just to see if she really was as soft and glossy as she looked.