Spotted Eagle Mountain Sundown in the Paris of the Praries

Whatever beef was between Bronco and Katniss, he didn't know it. His golden eyes followed Katniss for a few heartbeats, then he turned back to his father, and galloped toward him, wrapping the scarred honey-toned wolf in his embrace.

Missed you, he said fervently, lips close to Bronco's ear, then pulled back. What's up? Where are you living?

Oh, if his parents could only co-exist! Apparently it was not to be, but at least he'd had the contact with both of them as of late. He hoped Bronco was close. His nostrils flared quickly, trying to pull clues from his father's pelt. Open land, not the mountains. . .