Sun Mote Copse Jimmy goes to space.

The silence between them stretched on, and he wondered if she might tell him he should abandon his aim to become a proper guardian like his mother, and work toward perhaps becoming a caretaker. He wouldn't have taken a great deal of offense, as he'd learned the value in caring for the youngsters of the pack- now that he was no longer considered the youngster. 

Instead, it seemed like she felt the best thing for him to do was to push forward, and reassured him that time might help him get through his anxiety. He didn't like the idea that he'd have to go through more dreadful experiences in order to essentially toughen up, but at the same time, he did want to be able to protect the wolves he loved, when he absolutely had to, and this was perhaps the best solution. He nodded solemnly when she finished. But like he had with Wraen, Bronco felt comfortable exploring the topic more, and seeing how exactly Towhee felt about these very serious matters. -It does,- He replied, though his tone- and more importantly his expression- hinted that perhaps he wasn't quite convinced yet. -So...You've had to kill someone before, though?- He asked. -When did you know that it was the right thing to do?- He'd drawn that conclusion from her explanation, about eliminating the threat, given the fact that his mother had been fairly tight-lipped when it came to fully explaining the more serious adventures she'd had with Towhee.