Moonspear pleasantries

Once given congratulations, Bronco huffed a laugh, and finally allowed himself to slip back into his usual character- and flopped to the ground, panting with his tongue lolling out. "You too," He chuffed jokingly between breaths, rolling his gaze up to look at the somewhat satisfied look on her face. He noticed, of course, that she didn't seem to have been troubled too much by all the effort it had taken him to pursue her this far. He shook his head. There had to be some secret she kept from him- there was no way any normal wolf could bound and scurry the way she did, without getting as out of breath as he was...Or, maybe, he just had that far to go to get into the sort of shape that mountain lifestyle demanded. 

Once he'd collected himself a bit, he sat up, and cast his gaze out over the view. With the humidity the way it was, the lands below them, circling the mountain, were mostly overcast with a thick, soupy haze. He grunted. "All that, an' all we get for a view is the top of the fog," He said.