Moonspear Child of Dust

For just a moment as he paused, he forgot that he'd invited Antares to walk with him, and his ears pricked forward as the distance between the two was closed. There was a purpose to his stride that made Bronco flush with envy and admiration...And then he remembered that he'd invited Antares on a patrol with him, not that he was just...Coming closer because he wanted to, and it made him feel a little bit confused, but silly. There was something about his name that sounded familiar- it was likely something Phox had spoken once or twice before, when speaking about constellations and stars...But Bronco was a poor student, so he couldn't directly recall which constellation Antares belonged to. 

He seemed friendly enough, though, and Bronco nodded, with a smile, at his statement. His assumption, then, was likely correct- that this other yearling was another of Hydra's heirs, and that he was Orisis' brother. He was happy to continue their conversation, a a means of getting to know his new packmates, while also sniffing about, and reinforcing markings along the borders. 

Though he thought the answer was pretty obvious, Bronco wasn't habitually sarcastic and did not snip back with any wry retort, like he might have with Towhee, Figment or Fennec...So he simply supplied a casual, kindly answer. "Working on my guardian mastery," He said, stopping to mark a tree, "An' trapper specialty...Mastery, if I can get it while I'm here, I guess," He said, pausing to reflect on the fact that he may have time to do both, depending on how long he and Meerkat lived in Moonspear. "My little sister, Meerkat, is here too- dunno if you met her yet, but she's here to be an Ambassador," He said. He cast a glance toward his lean packmate, ears flicking forward in interest. "What about you?" He asked, though he figured Antares might be working toward the same trades as he.