Moonspear Work hard and be nice.

What a ham. Bronco rolled his eyes for what seemed like the tenth time that he'd done so in the past little while, every time Meerkat made one of her little jokes. Maybe she'd gotten some of her sense of humour from Wraen, who also had a similar sense of humour- and the thought of his former Sovereign made his heart ache a bit. They were living a happy, healthy life...But she had not been pleased to see them go- and he hated the thought of disappointing someone he admired so much. 

But the distraction of finding a den offered itself up as a means of taking his mind off the wolves that he missed, and he smiled. "-C'mon. It's this way, not too far.-" He said. Naturally, one of the first places he'd searched for within the pack's territories had been a forest- somewhere that felt like home. The woodlands crept up the sides of the mountain like moss crawling up the side of a rock embedded in a streambed, but there was one place where the woodlands seeped into a wide crevasse, allowing it to grow like a weed up along the mountain's slopes framed by sheer cliffs on either side. Even the tallest trees in the crevasse were not tall enough to reach the top of the cliffs, but still they grew, and the forest floor was padded with a layer of mosses and ferns. The earth smelled warm and inviting- so this was where he would take Meerkat, on their search for a new den.