Moonspear Child of Dust

Bronco probably didn't realize it, but part of feeling energized and refreshed came from putting his brain to work with a whole new palette of wolf scents. He wasn't simply tailing along behind one of his family members anymore, but now had to differentiate between a whole new list of wolf scents, so that he'd know which ones were his fellow guardians, or ones who crossed the borders on hunts or scouting missions. There were few he could put a name to- just Desdemona, Hydra and Osiris- bue he knew there would be more he'd meet soon enough. 

It was a relief, then, when he caught the fresh scent of someone, one who'se markings were present along the borders and he slowed his pace allowing the other to catch up with him. He turned and greeted the male with deference, a low, slwoly swinging tail and a respectful bob of his head. Nevertheless, his eyes glinted as he realized that this fellow- this male both a packmate and stranger- was almost 100% one of Hydra's yearlings. He had to be; there was something about the proud shape of his muzzle too, that was shared with the noble Osiris, hinting at their brotherhood. Given the fact that Bronco already liked both of those wolves, he was tempted to pass early judgement on to this fellow as well, and gave him a friendly smile. 

"Keeping busy, yes," He said, to assure his dark-pelted companion that he was putting himself to work. For a second, he thought the dark male's hackles were raised- but decided quickly thereafter that....Perhaps that was just the way his fur was, so he was reassured, slightly, by the relaxed vibe he was getting. "But I'd love company. My name's Bronco, and I'm one of the Firebirds sent over to do some tradesmanship training here," He said, inviting the male to walk with him with a gesture of his muzzle.