Redhawk Caldera Whenever you hear the wind in the canyon.

To say he' been preoccupied was an understatement- and he had some lingering guilt over not informing the Glen wolves where he'd gone, but at the same time...He couldn't really tear himself away from the life he'd finally chosen for himself. He'd been nosing his way around the lakeside when Towhee had called out- her braying voice as difficult to read as ever, though there wasn't much room to mistake the fact that she was calling the Redhawks together for a meeting. He wondered if Phox had potentially returned- but when he arrived to the Sovereign's densite, he could see quite clearly that he hadn't, yet. He took a seat by Fennec's side, brushing his shoulder lightly against hers as he did, not particularly phased by who saw them together and what assumptions they made. 

Towhee cut to the point- and it saddened him a bit to hear that she wanted them to choose amongst themselves a couple to join her in leadership. There was a hole, there, where Phox was meant to be. And even a void left behind by Niamh, though it wasn't a role that he figured any of them thought she might deserve if she did return at some point. While he had stepped up to become Antares' right-hand-man for a while, after the landslide, he hadn't exactly kept up his end of the bargain there, and he wondered if that made him less worthy of stepping up now. He felt that he knew Towhee well enough, and the nature of the pack, that he could be useful but...Was he still worthy of it? And did he even feel like he should nominate himself?

He took a moment to consider this- but when one of Towhee's children (the tawny one, with a wry look on his face) spoke up, his words caught Bronco completely by surprise and in spite of himself he laughed quite suddenly. He choked on the sound almost immediately as he tried to regain some of his composure, aware of the fact he'd likely drawn some attention to himself. He'd have to take Towhee aside later and tell her what her son had just said, and why it was so funny. He sniffed lightly and shifted his weight a bit as he collected himself, and cleared his throat. He wasn't sure if this was the time to speak up about suggestions, though Towhee had insisted that they think their suggestions over in the next couple of weeks. So he did what he could to straighten himself up a bit, and nod in response. He had a few thoughts of course- but as Towhee had said, these things were best if they were well-thought out. 

He had to avoid looking at Caracal altogether in order to avoid breaking into another fit of giggles.