Big Salmon Lake And through the night, so it seems I'm not breathing

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Archiving as it's out-of-date, and hasn't been replied to in over 2 weeks. Would always be happy to have another one though :)

He'd been working away almosy idly on the goose, but he paused slightly when her tone shifted after he mentioned her father. Wordlessly, he licked his lips and dropped his gaze to the dusting of brown and beige feathers on the ground before him, and then he went back to eating. There was no further communication on the matter needed- and Bronco knew tone shifts well enugh to know that perhaps she didn't want to hear compliments about her father. Maybe she didn't want to talk about him at all- and as someone who had lost their own father, Bronco understood, as much as he was able to, and quietly went back to eating his catch. While he might not be the sort to pick up on all subtle signals, when he sensed that there were boundaries being established, he was careful to mind them.

He'd noticed that there was something about Zsuzsa which made her hold back a bit. He'd offered kindly to help warm her up after her dunk in the water, but she'd stiffened- so he hadn't pushed it. Now, he sensed that there might be another pontential trigger set that he'd only noticed before it could get pulled. Still, he didn't begrudge her for having them. He could walk through someone's minefile so long as they held his (proverbial) hand and guided him through it.

She seemed to put some faith in him, and while she might not have been willing to put her safety in his hands, she at least acknowledged that his own safety wasn't something he'd have to worry about, though she seemed aware that there were rumour creeping around the area about dangerous wolves. For a moment, he thought she might have been referring to the Saints or Ursus- but given the fact she didn't seem to have any affiliations to a pack of her own, he wondered if perhaps she wasn't referring to them at all. The world was a huge place- and it was completely likely that she was referring to the fact that no matter where you went...There would always be wolves who would be a cause for concern.

“I've heard,” He said softly. “Y'know...But it's a bit safer, at least, if you're in a pack.” He said, and the tone of his voice shifted a bit. He shifted his weight a bit too, getting a bit more comfortable, but making sure that his posture was still relaxed. “I live in a pack called Moonspear, it's...the biggest mountain in that direction,” He said, gesturing with a paw. He flicked it, once he realized that a feather had gotten itself embedded in the fur on the top of his foot. “D'you have any plans of joining a pack?” He asked.

Their conversation continued, polite, whle they ate, until the eventually finished their meals, leaving behind little other than a pile of feathers, and a couple rubbery goose feet. When he went on his way and headed back to the mountain, he thought to himself that she might make a nice packmate- and maybe, indeed, she might one day find her way to Moonspear.