Moonspear Vienna

Bronco settled down onto the ground quietly, giving Hydra unspoken permission to properly check out his wounds. For the most part, he was lucky to have avoided gett more than a couple puncture wounds from the bear's claws, and some scrapes and scratches- but unlike Minori, he'd not had a great deal of bloodloss. His injuries stemmed mainly from the rather forceful impact of a bear's massive paw to his ribs- twice. He did his best to stay still, but whenever poked, prodded or touched in a sensitive place, his skin would instinctively quiver and twitch- but he avoided giving Hydra a look whenever it happened. It was all too easy for him to give her a side-eye, or to let his lips pull back or lift when injured, but he kept his manners in check and clenched his jaws together, staring straight ahead, to make sure he didn't show signs of insubordination caused from the pain. 

"Moms and Dads," Bronco uttered with a softness that Hydra might not have caught. His mind had wandered, of course, to his father who had died from the injuries he'd sustained while defending the pack. "You're right," He said, a bit louder, so she knew that he did agree, though- that mothers could be terrifying. He'd grown up with one of those, at least, so he knew. He felt protected and safe, with Hydra by his side, though; similar to how he felt when he was with Towhee. 

When she asked about Neverwinter, he lifted his head. Right- the news. "They're doing alright. I ran into one of their packmembers who'd gotten a bit lost, with all the fog, an' I brought her back to her pack. I met Mal, too- seems a nice enough guy. He said there's a pack, though," He said, and turned to gesture toward the East but found himself wincing. "To the East; he says if anyone goes missing...It's prolly because of the "Saints"," He articulated carefully. "An' there's others, in the East, causing trouble too. He seems to think they're unrelated, but..." Bronco said, and shrugged. "You heard of them before, these 'Saints'?" He asked carefully.