Moonspear the puppet show

If he couoldn't do patrols, and wasn't quite ship-shape for hunting either, Bronco decided he might take a trip to the Rendez-vous site for the first time, feeling now that since he was an established member of the pack, he'd be welcome there. He'd waited for a bit- and had spent time meeting other pack members in preparation for the day when he would eventually start meeting the youth of the pack, so that he didn't risk invoking the ire of any propective parents who didn't know who the bourbon-eyed yearling was yet. 

Hoping to catch some of the kids at play, he brought a stick with him- one that'd washed up on the bank of the stream, and had been stripped completely of its bark so that it was nice and smoothe to the touch. Somewhat waterlogged still- but at least that meant less splinters, if the pups chose to chew on it. And if no one was there, he decided he'd do what he could to find other fun, chewable things for the kids- and simply decorate the Rendez-vous site with child-friendly chewtoys. 

It was perhaps a surprise that he'd have to plan for later, though, given the fact that there were two children currently inhabiting the safe, sheltered area. If he had to make a guess, he would've assumed that the two were not littermates, though they were close in age...From what he could tell there was a sort of 'first meeting' wariness between the two of them, and he assumed due to their colouring and build that the pale one might belong to Kukutux, and the dark one would likely be one of Hydra's. 

He didn't want to interrupt their meeting, but he strode casually into the clearing with the stick held high- swinging it about slightly, just to catch their attention. There was a droll smile to his lips as he gave each of the pups a cheeky side-eye before he flopped down to the ground, and began to noisily chew on the stick, making hapy little grunts of satisfaction as his teeth crunched through the wood.