Redsand Canyon Now time for Plan A

He felt an itch at the back of his neck when his son addressed Germanicus as Imperator. A fancy label, used to command respect- something Bronco had never felt comfortable with. He kept quiet, and once the bristly affair was over, he obediently, quietly turned to leave, with his son acting as his escort. 

He allowed the silence to fill in the air between them as they went, for some time. If Germanicus had sent his companion to follow and eaves-drop, Bronco wanted them to catch nothing suspicious, nothing that might jeopardize his son's position. He kept one ear turned back, as though listening for the sound of a misplaced pawstep- but as far as he could tell, they were allowed to retreat in peace. 

The first thing his son said, when he broke the silence, was an apology. It seemed like he'd simply needed some sort of purpose, somewhere with structure and expectations that he could fulfill. Things that he had failed to provide, no doubt, especially when the pack he and Fennec had tried to establish fell apart. It made sense that Killdeer would want a place that had a solid foundation, somewhere that felt stable. He felt jealous, knowing that that was something he'd failed to provide. 

He nodded quietly. "I think I understand." He said. "It's good to have goals, and guidance. This place probably seems like the kind of place that can give you that," He said. Of course they would. He'd be trained, taught, and they'd shake any negative behavior patterns out of him, if there even were any. "I won't go too far....probably back to the Caldera, and I mean it, I'll always be in your corner, Varmint." He said. He paused, then, and reached for Killdeer, to pull him in toward his chest with a nudge of his chin. His son was taller now, they could almost match shoulder to shoulder. "Just promise me you won't let them change you." He murmured.