Moonspear Follow the neon in young lovers' eyes

There was certainly something about Hydra's kids- they were all respectable young wolves. Side by side, Antares and Atlas were a team he was lucky to have found. They were responsible and civil- and he had the feeling that they'd been brought up to be that way, and that brooding and moodiness had likely been discouraged from a young age. Not that Bronco faulted Elwood and Finley at all- nor would he fault Eljay and Wildfire- but some of the Blackthorn kids had damn near driven Bronco insane when he'd been younger...And he'd been no better than them. 

"Good," Bronco said, and was about to make a cheesy comment about how many teeth that meant they'd have, all together, but decided that that might come off as being a bit immature and lame. He was trying to lead a hunt here, not babysit kids, who would've appreciated the joke. The next question posed made Bronco smirk. "Not sure; but we'll get there quicker if we hustle a bit," He said, picking up a relaxed lope, allowing the downhill slope to do most of the work in lengthening his stride. He didn't want to challenge the others to a race by any means- as there was no sense in them exhausting their energy right before a hunt- but there was the potential that the herd might move on, out of their reach, if they didn't pick up a slightly faster pace.