Big Salmon Lake I got used to living without you

There was no reason for her to have forgotten him- but it was clear that she disn't know who it was that was approaching her. His voice hadn't been a voice at all, and his scent was likely muddled by dirt and neglect. She looked defensive, ready to flee at an instant whether by swimming or running away from him. Had something happened while he'd been gone? Had they come here too?

He stopped moving in hopes she might not run away from him...Though, he was also prepared for her to take off or charge at him when she realized who he was, too. Had he been in better spirits he might've cracked a joke, teased her, or said something self-deprecative so she'd know who he was, and maybe it'd break the tension. But he wasn't in better spirits, and he had no idea how to deal with this situation. 

"Fenn," His voice was a hoarse whisper, strained in an attempt to make his vocal chords work without success. "It's m--. Bronc-." His voice caught, forcing him to try and clear it with a cough, which came with a soft rattling from within his chest. "S'Bronco." His voice cracked, but it was probably the loudest he'd been able to speak in a while. His ears turned back, as though in an admission of guilt, as he awaited her verdict.