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She turned her head down to look at the earth. As if seeing deep within, long past the depths where Bronco's body lay, somewhere. Her ears flitted, she gave a small nod.

Mother agreed they would stay. But wanted them, her children to tell her if they ever did want to move. Bronte couldn't predict what the future held for her. Not for anyone. "I will. Promise." Was her quiet answer.