Sun Mote Copse I stole this from a hockey card

Bronco looked ridiculous, with his fur spiked out in all directions...But there was something she had to adore about that look- something about the gleam of playful arrogance in warm, bourbon eyes; something that reminded her of @Colt RIP. She paused for a moment, unable to look at her son not out of stubbornness but simply because she knew if she did, another wave of grief would hit. And while time had passed, and so many wonderful things had come into her life, to steer her away from her loss- she was still reminded of the love she'd lost whenever her son stepped into the shadow his father had left behind. 

But while he was a sad reminder of the love she'd lost, he was also a warm reminder of the love she'd had- and of the legacy it had left behind in the form of two beautiful children. So when she was egged on, she softened- though only slightly. 

"Remember, Bronco," She said softly, setting down the limb she'd been grooming. "I brought you into this world- so I can certainly finish you," She cackled. Suddenly, her gaze snapped to his handsome, proud face and with a savage grin, she snapped her jaws once and charged her son, taking advantage of his hubris to thrust her muzzle into the wet fur of his neck and grab a firm hold of him by the loose skin just behind his ear.