Moonspear Child of Dust

Bronco's ears flicked forward in interest, though walking side-by-side with Antares meant that he'd often keep one turned toward his packmate as he explained what mountain goats were like. The image that Bronco got in his head would've been humerous to see, to say the least, had he been able to magically mait it manifest before them- He got the shaggy coat right, but where his mind-image went wrong was with the horns, which ended up making the goat look like it had two TV antennas at the top of its head. It was probably a good thing Antares couldn't read Bronco's mind, because Bronco found his mental image quite amusing. 

Antares mentioned a glen, and Bronco nodded. Glens would mean deer, maybe a moose or elk should they pass through- and those were all fine and dandy, but Bronco had the tendency to be like a dog with a bone and fixate on one thing. So he made one more comment with regard to the mountain goats. "Well, we should try an' make that a goal. Hunt down a mountain goat, sometime after this rain is over, but before the snow flies," He said. He had no idea that mountain goats could basically walk straight up a sheer cliff, or go bounding down the side of one without losing its balance and tumbling to death- but that would be a realization for another day. 

"Hmm," He mused, now considering the glen. "Wonder if, with all this rain, there'd be any swamp donkeys around. They like marshy, swampy places, and just about everywhere's gotta be swampy by now," He said- not bothering to explain that swamp donkey was just another term for "moose."