Moonspear Like the sea, I'm constantly changing from calm to ill

When dawn broke, Bronco stretched, rolled away from the warmth of his sister's side (coating himself with another good dusting of shimmering mica powder) and onto his belly. He paused momenratily, blinking blearily and smacking his lips together, grimacing lightly as he tasted his own, sour breath. Heaving himself to his feet, he shook off a silken shroud of dust that hovered for a moment before sprinkling down upon his slumbering sister, making him chuckle softly. 

He'd made plans and now saw fit to carry them through, hoping that morning might be a good time to stop by and see @Kukutux, bringing with him a good patch of elk skin from the hunt he'd had with Antares, Atlas and Meerkat, and carrying the precious black-phase fox with him. The elk pelt had been pried from the carcass without much skill, so he wondered if it would be of any use at all as he draped it across his shoulders. He would carry the fox as gently as he would have carried one of his own siblings, making sure not to damage its pelt, so he would make quite the odd sight, as he approached the little glen where Kukutux made her home. 

Not wanting to barge into her claimed area and stick his head in her ulaq, he remained within the tall pines, peering toward the dome-shaped mound in which she lived, gently placed the fox on the ground- before stepping over it, to keep it hidden from sight temporarily, and let out a quiet, low call- hoping to catch her ear and snag a couple moments of her time.