Redhawk Caldera The View from Halfway Down

Fun and wild could go together. But fun and violent? He knew very little of the pack, and already they seemed perhaps a bit more different than Bronco was comfortable with. Teya also seemed rattled by the experience. Parties weren't something Bronco really knew...Meetings, and collaborative hunts, but he'd never experienced planned festivities, not like what Teya was describing. He wondered if he could ask her more- but she was looking down. That was likely a no. 
        He tilted his head at the word 'wedding.' "Sounds like...Quite a wedding," He commented, though he sounded anything but convinced. It shouldn't have been too unfathomable to him, for a celebration of love to turn violent. These violent delights have violent ends. The concept of drinking anything other than water was also a foreign idea, so it seemed odd to him that having plenty to drink would be worth mention. The name and title she spoke were new to him, but he wasn't sure how to interpret her tone when she spoke of a man twice married.         
"You...Get to see any of your friends there?" He asked. His way of trying to figure out where Teya's link with the strange pack was, without being too direct.