Firefly Glen The Masquerade

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Bronco waited for the female to answer and supply the both of them with a name- but she said nothing. She deferred to Osiris still, and Bronco perceived her shrinking motion to be an apology, an excuse for her silence- and one that he, personally, accepted. He did wish that he had something to call her, as he wasn't entirely certain how he should refer to her to others, if they asked- or how he might summon her if he wanted to call for her help with hunting or patrolling. But if it was not within her comfort zone or ability to speak, he would allow her her silence without stepping on her toes in an attempt to be her advocate. She hadn't asked him to do so- and she seemed perfectly capable of communicating her feelings without needing someone else to step in and explain for her.

So when Osiris' calm, verdan gaze drifted to him, he blinked and nodded, agreeing with his judgement. He considered for a moment what he might have done, and how he might have felt if Osiris had decided to deny her acceptance because she didn't speak. Would he have argued for her case? And would he have been able to watch her be turned away simply because she did not speak? These were things he would have to think about- he would have to consider how he might deal with the possibility that one day, he and Osiris might not see eye to eye- and he would have to be mature and rational enough to discuss his views without causing a disturbance.

She'd brought the swan as an offering- but that didn't mean that she'd eaten already, so he pricked his ears at the mention of the word 'hungry' and gazed at his newest packmate.

An idea occurred to him, so he chuffed, and gestured in toward the inner territories of the Glen. “Why don't we bring your swan an' stash it somewhere safe; I got two beavers I've caught in the last couple of days just waiting to be eaten down near the lake. Why don't we go an' have a bite to eat there?” He asked. It might be nice to take their new recruit to the heart of their territory, and show her the beautiful, heart-shaped lake where she could get a drink, and find her bearings. With all in agreement, he led the way, offering to help his new packmate by carrying the swan for her- which was probably for the best, after all. As a fairly quiet wolf, she probably appreciated not having someone talk -at- her all the time, and with his mouth full, Bronco was forced to walk in silence as they made their way toward the lake.