Redhawk Caldera In the blossoming green

Woah. Kids could be so severe. Had he been like this? Probably. Bronco was visibly startled by her response and was rebuffed for a moment by the tone of her voice. He was the last wolf she probably wanted to see, and she'd probably also be the hardest kid to crack. The others he could charm with games of bobstones, fart jokes, pranks and hunts for fictional animals. But Sorana? She wanted none of it from him. 

Naturally, his instinct told him at least to try and be himself with her, and let her see that he was just who he was- a harmless caregiver who wanted nothing more than to be accepted. He wanted to have a deep, serious talk with her- but ended up defaulting to bad dad jokes. So he snorted and rolled his own eyes. "Chicken butt," He intoned in a high voice, intended to be just a bit annoying. He cracked a smile. 

He moved forward, not willing to let her discourage his company with the severity of her gaze, and that was when he noticed the rabbit droppings. "Hmm. You huntin' rabbits?" He asked, his voice now back to its usual tenor. He didn't wait for an answer, and motioned with a tilt of his chin. "Well pitter patter, let's get at 'er," He said.