Redhawk Caldera WSS: Prologue

While Alyx seemed to have lost some faith in Towhee and Phox, and their potential to use their opinions to force Niamh into submission, Bronco still felt as though eventually, they too might tire of enabling her. He felt that her bad habits were something that she hid from them as much as possible- or perhaps she was simply able to justify her actions enough so that they believed her. But one day, he felt certain he'd catch her in a bad situation, and he might be able to get Phox and Towhee to see who it was they appointed as Regent- and that she shouldn't be trusted with the authority she thirsted for. 

"Never know," He responded, with a shrug. "Maybe I'll knock her on her ass and they'll make me a Regent and demote her." He said, with a light-hearted chuckle. "Then I'll make it an order that you come back an' visit every now and again, and teach the kids how to crank Mom's nerves as much as possible, as punishment for her being such a dick to you." It was a ridiculous notion- but it was kind of fun to imagine such silly possibilities. 

He hadn't been terribly bothered by the snow- it accumulated on his thick pelt without melting and making him uncomfortable, but when he looked over to see that Alyx herself had begun to pick up a good inch of snow along her back, he chuckled. He brushed his muzzle along her spine to shove the fluffy snowflakes off, and nodded. "Yeah. I think I know a place over this way that we can bunker down in, out of the snow," He said. If Bronco was good for anything, it was finding good places to take naps in. He had several nap-sites plotted out all through the Caldera.