Silverlight Terrace And on this night began to wonder why,

He was certain he caught a tinge of sadness in her voice and in her soft eyes, no matter how calm her expression was. Even a doll made with a face of the most flawless porcelaine could cast emotions depending on the light. His lips drew together, and he found himself growing concerned. He could smell the scent of others in her fur, but he didn't recognize any of them...Some other pack, in this area, that he had yet to learn about and potentially explore, should his sister want to go on an ambassador mission. He'd take note of the scents he recognized, though, just in case they stumbled across a place that smelled like pine and cedar, like Miriam. 

At the mention of children, though, Bronco dipped into a play-bow, though his tail remained low and swung just above his hocks. "You have children?" He whined admiringly, as he rose out of his play bow. "Congratulations, Miriam, I bet they're adorable, I mean, they have to be," He said, blushing slightly with the realization that he was intentionally complimenting her, albeit indirectly. "What're their names? We could- I dunno where you're headed, but you could tell me all about them, and I could walk you wherever you're going?" He offered eagerly.