Redhawk Caldera time after time

"She's on my side of the family," He explained to Bronte, with a fond smile. He'd just finished regaling his daughter (likely not for the first time) about some of his earliest travels and experiences in a quiet, gravelly voice when Ceridwen showed up. He smiled, and made to welcome her as well, though she seemed keen on doing her duty as an escort before trotting off. Her offers were generous; Bronco was well cared-for. 

"Thanks 'Dwin!" He called after her, before his gaze fell upon Meerkat, and he lifted one foreleg carefully to gesture with a scooping motion of his wrist. He snorted at her timid request and growled fondly. "Get in heeeere." He made an effort to rise and meet her, but his hind feet scraped and slid against the bare earth as his hocks trembled. He sat, for a moment, before he afforded himself a guilty, pained smile, and slid back to the ground. Feeble as he was, the warmth glowing in his bourbon eyes flickered like a strong flame. 

"Meerk, this is my daughter, Bronte," he introduced, honey-warm tones expressed for his sweet little girl who smiled a bit shyly. "And this is your Auntie Meerkat, the one and only." He said with a faint laugh. His eyes settled on her again, glittering; a mix of concern, nostalgia and relief.