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Too late. That comment stuck with him; he only hoped that history wouldn't repeat itself, and that his son might grow up without a father. A distant one was one thing, but at least he could contact his son with relative ease, whereas he could only find some sort of contact with his father through the memories that others had of him. And those wolves were becoming fewer and fewer as well. 

Fortunately, Eljay remembered him, and his memories were fond. It choked Bronco up a bit to hear that Colt had been a good influence on Eljay. When he mentioned the name Wildfire, a stream of early memories came to him. Living in the Copse, where he'd been born- the visits Eljay had paid to the young family, despite bearing something Bronco hadn't really realized until now had been the hangdog expression of a wolf pushing his way through grief. Doing his best to smile upon others who had both a partner and children, when he'd been left a widower with two young children. He was glad to hear that his father had tried to help Eljay through his grief, and could forgive the man easily for not receiving that advice whole-heartedly at the time. 

"I'm sure he understood, what it's like to know how it feels to lose someone...So he'd forgive you for, y'know, not bein' in the best spirits." He said. He'd been told a bit about his father's life, previous to his marriage to Niamh, and knew that there had been a loss there. "Wildfire was Elfie an' Weejay's Mom, right?" He asked, trying to piece together some of his earliest memories.