Firefly Glen The Masquerade

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It pleased Bronco to see that Osiris was appreciative of the female's efforts. Having had only one real experience hunting something in that league, he knew how tough it was to take down a bird that was not only large, but powerful. A goose had left him with several welts all over his chest and shoulders from its powerful beak and he could imagine- given its similar shape and size- that the swan had been no easy ticket either. And this all went without mentioning the fact that Bronco had already taken a shining to the pretty young woman with the turquoise eyes. It was also important to him that he and his alpha share similar criteria for those looking to join the pack. As far as Bronco could tell, aside from being fairly quiet, she seemed friendly enough.

So he nodded in agreement when Osiris complimented Astrid, who had without fail chosen to show an appropriate level of submission and respect, which made him feel all the more convinced that this would end well. It was only when Osiris called upon her to speak that Bronco's smile faltered slightly. While he'd been awkwardly trying to navigate his encounter with someone so quiet on his own, it now came down to the fact that she would either speak, and prove that perhaps she hadn't been comfortable enough with him to do so, or she would not. At which point, he'd likely be called in to speak for her.

And the worst part- he hadn't even asked for her name yet.

But in the hopes that perhaps her shyness might subside, he remained silent and allowed her to respond to Osiris' question without stepping in to make excuses for her. He didn't know her well enough to do so- and didn't want to intervene and tell Osiris that she didn't speak when it might not actually be the case. Hoping to encourage her, though, he dipped his chin slightly, and pricked his ears. Like Osiris, he was keen to find out what this startlingly pretty woman called herself so that he might know a name to give to her.