Moonspear Child of Dust

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If there was nothing else that Bronco took away from the entire experience- and that was of course, completely unlikely- he would in the very least gain some leg muscles. While the borders were located much lower in altitude, traipsing to and from the interior of the pack meant going up and down the mountainside which he found to be much trickier than he'd expected. His lungs weren't used to the thin air, and his balance had never been tested as it was now, with both the slope and the occasionally loose footing. But he would persevere, regardless, and at the end of his patrol- and he'd only done a few thus far- he felt good about the progress he was making. 

There was something enchanting about looking up at the night sky, though, even just from the borders. On the clear slope, his view of the starry sky was open and clear, with the peak constantly at his left flank as he made his way around the borders. Phox probably would've loved to see what the stars looked like from here, he thought, knowing how much his step-father/father-in-law (Bronco still lacks a rudimentary knowledge of family ties) enjoyed stargazing. He felt small and exposed on the slope as he made his way along the borders, but at the same time, he felt his soul replenished, knowing that he was finally doing something on his own.