Moonspear pleasantries

A mere chuff was all Bronco could offer in agreement- though he also meant it as a comment. Good exercise? Damn right it was; but this was coming from someone who'd never really had to do exercise simply for the sake of getting in shape. He realized by now, of course, that this was to be a part of his training, and that he would have to condition himself physically in order to keep pace with those who danced on the mountain. 

He gave Desdemona a sidelong glance and shook his head emphatically. "-Flat-" He said, signing the word with a swift, horizontal stroke of one of his forelegs as though to accentuate his point. "No mountains in the Copse- that's where I grew up. Just trees, and it's surrounded by bogs so...The air here, it's so much fresher, and less...Swampy," He said with a smile. "Is this where you grew up?"