Emberwood bits n pianos

When Bronco had been a yearling, he too had been off with another oack, but came home whenever he needed creature comforts and a snack out of the pantry. It was the natural process of life. Get fed as a youngster, then learn how to find food for yourself, and then live for some time visiting the parents often and raiding their fridge, pantry, cupboards, etc. 

So if nothing else, the kids at least had a place to go for a meal, and Bronco wanted to make sure that the forest was not only a place to find something to eat, but a place that had the good stuff. Whatever the wolf equivalent was of Kool-aid, chocolate milk and Rainbow Chips Ahoy cookies.

He chuckled. He forgot that Caracal hadn't been around much when the other kids had shown up. "Blueberry is a wolf. She came with Mou and Maegi, with her sister Vesper, but they weren't around real long. She's about your age, I think." He said, trying to measure Caracal up a bit. He was possibly a bit older, but Bronco found it hard to guess.

"We actually have turkeys here," He said. "The usual stuff- some elk, deer, rabbits, muskrats- but turkeys are both delicious and pretty easy to catch," He said. "The biggest kind of bird I've seen, but also, kind of the dumbest." He remarked.