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Bronco merely shrugged when questioned about the magpies. He vaguely remembered being presented with the injured birds so that he could hunt them down, but not much more than that. And it wasn't the only thing Niamh had brought home for him to hunt down that she'd caught and maimed, for the purpose of giving him a bit of a leg-up on the prey. He thought it was actually an efficient way to introduce kids to hunting, as most prey animals were too fast and agile for a puppy to catch. The caretaker seemed abjectly opposed to Niamh's methods, but Bronco couldn't really blame him. He had a good conscience, after all, and while he differentiated between harming wolves vs killing and eating prey, he would agree that torture was nevertheless torture, and being injured and then chased down and slowly killed by clumsy, inexperienced hunters was not a painless or fair way to die.

He chose, then, to withhold the tidbit that he'd been told about Elwood helping Niamh de-feather and collect birds for the Quixote-Raven kids to catch. He sensed that that wasn't something Eljay would want to hear, so he kept that part to himself. 

Fortunately, girls were easier to talk about- and Eljay actually seemed interested in the topic. He fished openly for information about them, without being pushy or nosey...But he was definitely curious. He grinned and shrugged his shoulders, almost innocently. "I prolly shouldn't say," He teased. "But say like...Say they take an interest in like...Scouting, or hunting, or like...Plants and stuff. What would you do to like...charm each of them?" He asked.