Sun Mote Copse long time the manxome foe he sought

:/ this is so hard.

Sugar’s plea went over his head, and Bronco stumbled slightly as Elfie stepped out of the way. He growled in frustration and did his best to pivot, but he lacked the grace and agility he thought should come naturally to the son of Colt and Niamh. He stopped for a moment as Elfie continued to disrespect his feelings about he deceased, and he shook lightly when he snapped back at the older boy.

”Yer not s’posed to disrespect the dead, jerk,” He snarled, his voice cracking with emotion. ”An’ yeah, that’s just their body, your soul goes somewhere better.” He insisted feverishly. ”But you’re still not s’posed-ta trash someone’s grave, that was my Dad,” He said, his voice a near sob. His Dad shouldn’t have been a corpse. His Dad shouldn’t be buried. He was supposed to be teaching Bronco how to fight and hunt, and later, how to woo the ladies and make a home and family for himself. It seemed impossible to believe he couldn’t do that anymore. That he’d never be there to do those things. 

He shook his head, eyes now full of tears. He was angry still- but now he felt even more sad having to admit out loud that his Dad was dead. He turned away from Elfie. ”S-screw you, Elfie. I’m gonna tell my Mom what you did.” He said, and started to walk away sullenly, choking as he failed to hold back the sobs that made the back of his throat ache, unable to stop the hot tears that slid down his cheeks. But he didn’t want that mean Elfie to see him crying.