Moonspear i see the torch we all must hold

There was a coolness to the gaze he was given when he was noticed that indicated to Bronco that he was being observed and assessed, and rightly so. He was a stranger to most in the pack still, though he assumed that word of two Firebirds joining them as friendly ambassadors had likely spread to most of them. Nevertheless, he appreciated Jarilo's patience as the lumbering yearling made his way over, careful as he tread across the slick, gentle slope and gearing down his posture to show respect. 

His gaze followed the rueful words spoken by the man, in reference to the stream which gushed, shoving relentlessly at the rocks along the banks which would normally have been dry this time of year. It created a wash of pink noise that was fairly loud and constant, but Bronco didn't find it all that disturbing. "Sounds kind of nice, if you close your eyes," He offered with a hopeful smile. Bronco was the sort of wolf who could sleep through anything and something like this definitely would've lulled him into a nap had he allowed himself the time to rest. "I was just thinkin' of going out for a patrol, since Desdemona 'n' Osiris are away," He said. He tipped his head forward in a friendly greeting when Jarilo confirmed Bronco's assumptions. "I thought so; I'm Bronco- I met Kukutux not too long ago; she helped me when I uh, hurt my ribs," He explained.