Redhawk Caldera When she sleeps there is a fever dream

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He should have been more prepared to have a conversation with someone like his mother or Phox. Part of him had been hoping to catch Figment, because then at least he could be reasonably comfortable around someone his own age, rather than risking another one of his mother's mood swings or trying to find his place in the odd relationship of son-in-step-father-ling-thing. He wouldn't have expected to find one of his siblings at the borders, but he figured he could get permission to explore the new territory, and hunt one of them down while he was there. As it was, he realized a bit late that he should have potentially called out for someone specific, rather than leaving it to chance- but Phox was the one to show up along the borders to greet him.

And that wasn't the worst thing in the world, really. Bronco had no issues with Phox himself. While he still wished that his father was alive, he knew that it couldn't be so, and that Phox wasn't trying to be a replacement. He was glad Niamh had found someone to be with, and happier still that she'd chosen someone like Phox who was even-tempered and kind. He also loved his younger siblings to bits, and knew that without Phox...Well, he probably still would have had younger siblings, knowing his mother- but they wouldn't have been the ones that he had, and they were perfect.

The only issue with Phox was the fact that he figured anything he told Phox would then get back to his mother. And he wasn't exactly keen on sharing much of anything with her. So he did his best to brighten up a bit and turned to greet Phox with a soft smile and a wave of his tail. “Oh y'know, just wanted to check out the new nest,” He said, raising one forepaw and knocking it against the beginning of the slope, the way a man will nudge a car with their boot as though to test its framework. “Nice to have you guys a bit closer, too,” He commented. “Wanna show me around a bit?” He asked.