Redhawk Caldera The old red hills of home

He wasn't entirely convinced that she meant what she said- because he felt fairly certain that perhaps she was simply the sort of wolf who needed more space than the type of wolf that perhaps he was best suited for. Bronco had a habit of wanting to velcro himself to those he cared about, which was why he struggled to finesse the healthy boundaries that needed to exist between himself and Fennec. If she wanted space, he wanted her to simply let him know. The last thing he wanted was for yet another wolf he cared about to run off and leave him- especially now that she was pregnant. This had happened to him once already this year- and he wasn't sure he could handle it if it happened again. 

His attempt at lightening the mood seemed to fall flat, and when she told him she didn't want things to have happened this way, all he heard was that she didn't necessarily want this to happen. He tried to convince himself that this was just a surprise, and that they could and would deal with it, and that everything would be fine...But what would happen if at some point, Fennec decided for sure that she didn't want him around at all? Or if she didn't want the kids?

He'd have to keep those anxious thoughts at bay. For now, he'd do what he could, and tire himself out treading on thin ice, but he'd do it so long as there was even the slightest chance that they could possibly have something close to happiness together.