Redhawk Caldera rosebowl

Bronco was quick to yield to pressure, even when it was a matter of gentle presence. Teya moved toward him and he stepped back, realizing then that she intended to help him carry the leaves. He nodded, and appreciatively gathered the remainder himself so they could be dropped off at his nook. It was slightly sheltered by the bows of the tree overhead, and his sleeping spot was almost cradles by exposed roots. The leaves they brought helped him get his bed roughly half covered. 

Teya spoke with confidence and pride about their home. He reflected momentarily upon her statement and nodded. Moonglow too had had excellent hunters and healers, but the Caldera had had both as well. He opened his mouth to affirm what she’d said, but she made a suggestion that surprised him. 

”Oh, uh,” He said. But he got the impression it might be rude to turn her down. He didn’t even consider that she might be so keen to feed him simply because he looked thin. She struck him as being confident, quick to speak and make decisions. A natural leader. ”I like fish,” He responded, a natural peacemaker.