Sun Mote Copse Bill Barilko disappeared that summer

Oh gosh, she was too cute to handle. Bronco smiled gleefully at his sister's words, enamoured with her puppy speech. Had he sounded that adorable when he'd been that young? Probably not- he'd had a bad attitude when he'd been her age, and had screamed the majority of his feelings in rage. Her question surprised him, though, and he chuckled softly. Now he had to come up with an answer- and while he wasn't sure exactly how to explain bravery, he'd be damned if he didn't at least answer with conviction. 

"Bravery is important," He began, before realizing his redundancy. Come on Bronco, use your words. "It means-" Gosh, was he really the one to be giving this speech? Him? The one who was questioning his own ability to be a guardian, and who felt like fainting whenever he inflicted pain? "Well, it's complicated," He said, before he realized he should just make this as easy as possible. Simplify his feelings, so he could teach her better. "It's a feeling, sort of. It's...Protecting your family and friends from danger, and not being too afraid to...Stick up for what's right." He said. "C'mere. -This-" He said, beginning to add ptero to his speech as he took a step back from her. He squared up his stance, curled his tail over his back and lifted his muzzle, tipping his ears forward and ultimately striking as noble a pose as he could manage. -this is what brave looks like- He said, holding the pose for a moment before he relaxed. -Can you show me that?-