Moonspear it's the promise of life in your heart

The sound of a woman's voice broke him out of his reverie—though it took a couple seconds for it to register and him to turn around. What he found was a wolf with three legs and a somewhat familiar face.

Bridget, Killdeer repeated, trying to place the name. Bridget—oh, from Brecheliant, right? He smiled as it clicked. I'm Killdeer—Bronco and Fennec's son. I've stayed there a couple times.

He nodded toward the water, shaking his head ruefully. I'm not fishing, just spacing off, so you're good, he chuckled. So, what brings you here? I'm assuming to stay?

In all his daydreaming, he very well could have missed an introductory howl. Unsurprising if so.