Sun Mote Copse I will sing sing sing to the masses

As soon as the thing went limp, Bronco grinned, still holding onto the pine martin's tail. Chanel had proved exactly the sort of hunting partner he'd needed, and he gazed at her with shimmering whiskey eyes, pleased that they had subdued the threat- even though it was an extremely minor one. While a pine martin couldn't necessarily do serious harm to a wolf, if it was hunting in their lands- as he'd already established- then it was taking their food. And it deserved to be punished for that. 

So, with a playful, albeit somewhat morbid growl, Bronco gave a tug on the dead creature's tail, inviting his hunting partner to what would likely amount to a greusome game of tug-o-war.