Moonspear pleasantries

Bronco's mouth snapped shut when he found out that she too- this godlike antelope of a wolf- had grown up on flat grounds. Well that simply wasn't fair. She was certainly built for this, and was a completely different shape than he was, of course- so perhaps she had that as a natural advantage...But the rest, she claimed, came from training and practice. At least that gave him hope; if she could go from someone living amongst the pines to being as practiced on the slopes as a mountain lion, then maybe he could too?

"Woah." He said, obviously impressed. "So how long you been here then?" He asked. It had to at least have been a couple years...But then again, it was hard to tag an age on her. She could've been two, maybe three years old- but she also could have passed for a yearling, like him due to her spidery build. It seemed impossible to think that someone his age could learn to traverse the mountains with such skill in so little time- but from what he could gather of her personality...Once Desdemona committed to something, she committed 100%.