The Heartwood But now it's like the night is taking sides

He'd figured that Meerkat might be missing her mom, but he could understand missing her birthplace as well. There were comforts and memories that she associated with the Copse, having been born and raised there in such a loving and scenic environment. The mountain itself was a physical challenge, and while Bronco had adjusted to it enough that he found himself enjoying the challenge (and the fact that it was starting to make him RIPPED) he realized that Meerkat might not feel the same way about having to face either an incline or decline every time she went somewhere. 

She sounded quite woebegone when she spoke, and Bronco held her tight, giving her a squeeze when she admitted that she missed her Mom. He figured Towhee might do the same, if she were there to comfort her daughter. In her place, he would step in, and do what he thought Meerkat needed most. "Yeah, I bet. You've got a pretty awesome, wonderful Towma," He said. "D'you think you're just missing her, or are you worrying about her?" He asked. As a child, he had departed from the pack once- and when he'd come back, he'd only had weeks with his father before he had passed away. He didn't want to think that Meerkat feared that she might one day realize she was missing out on time that could have been spent with her mother- but realized that it was still a possibility. 

When she looked up at him with her warm, brown eyes, and touched the tip of his nose to hers. "If you feel it, it's a thing." He said. "I think it's definitely possible to love two places, and all the wolves that come with it. And to miss one of them, while you're at the other. D'you think you'd miss Moonspear, if you went back to the Copse?" He asked.