Redhawk Caldera Stray away from the forces that make you

Bronco hadn't paid the welfare of the Glen a lick of attention after Fennec had gone missing. He'd haunted the borders and the neutral territories nearby, but unless another packmate crossed his path as he patrolled or searched, he hadn't spent much time amongst the others. Even those who might have caught sight of him in the distance might've read his body language as putting out a blatant 'I'm busy' vibe, so he hadn't noticed terribly that the pack had a healthy roster of wolves, and that bringing in any more might present hunting difficulties. He also had no idea that there was a new healer in the Glen; somehow Fennec had heard, and he supposed it was likely Meerkat who'd told her. 

"Dunno about this new healer. But they're probably not a witch." He said, as a complaint. It was a bit easier for him to converse and be distracted from his paranoia and anxiety now that he had a point to make. He didn't think that her argument that the Glen having another healer was a valid enough argument for her to stay away- and doubted very much that that was the real reason she'd chosen to stay with the Redhawks. "Redhawks have Eljay." He said. He saw Fennec flinch in pain, and he sighed. He shouldn't be picking at her; he'd coax her into an argument, and it would hurt her even more to speak. So he pulled himself carefully from the wall of the den and slid closer to her, gingerly laying slongside her, and setting his chin down on the floor so he could still remain somewhat grounded. He heaved another heavy sigh, and stared toward the light coming in softly from the den's entrance. There was likely very little he could do to convince her, but at least he could give her some comfort- if she'd accept it, for once.