Sun Mote Copse And now my dreams, are nothing like they were meant to be

For a moment, he felt that his approach might have worked, and that his mother had fallen prey to his wit. He didn't see it show on her face, but when she soke, it was with a fair tone- at least, at first. Maybe she would finally let up on him now that she realized that Hydra had had more success with last year's litter of children all serving as loyal and humble guardians of the mountain realm. But then she dropped it. 

The guilt. 

Bronco sighed softly, feeling a pinching sensation in his chest as she brazenly- but with the coolness of a spring stream- placed the heavy bough of guilt upon his shoulders. He became frustrated, tired of these games she played just to hit him where it hurt. Well, two could play that game. "When did you get to be so mean? How did Dad ever put up with you?" He asked, with a soft hiss. "An' how does Phox put up with you, for that matter? He deser-" And that's as far as he would get.