Sun Mote Copse He said I'm fabulously rich

As the days went on, Bronco found it fairly easy to fall into a sort of routine. Hunting, for him as a solo hunter, was easiest not long before the sun came up, as some creatures were just beginning to wake up- but not completely alert yet. He liked being able to catch something early on in the day for his mother, and the earlier he caught it, the better his chances were at simply being able to leave it at her den's entranbce and not have to have a big conversation with her. Not that he was jealous or angry at her for getting another pate and getting pregnant- but it simply weirded him out, seeing her belly grow. Somewhere in there were tiny wolves. Little tiny wolves, floating in his mother's belly. Even just the thought of it made him queasy, so he avoided her. 

He caught the scent of partridges, and began following it, investigating the different shrubs and groups of bushes the birds had recently visited. A partridge wasn't much- but it'd do for a breakfast meal, so he continued to search, hoping to find better signs of birds nearby for him to hunt.

Remedy: stealth-edit to fix the threadlog. ;)
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