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His black-tipped ears pricked, and he thrusted his nose into the air when the voice called out from nearby. An unfamiliar one, but masculine and requesting a presence with the higher-ups in the pack. And while Bronco knew that he wasn't considered a high-ranking wolf, and would be in no position to barter for a stranger's sake, he did feel it was his responsibility to greet the newcomer as quickly as possible, in case Wraen, Towhee or Niamh were further away. That way, he could at least make sure that their visitor was being seen to, and assessed. 

His search brought him to face a male- cloaked in a thick, alabaster pelt, with hunching shoulder that reminded Bronco of a grizzly he'd seen once. As a guardian, he couldn't help but assess the potential threat of this male, and from what he could see, given the male's condition, he could pose a threat- if he wanted to. There was a fire in his eyes, glistening the way embers will amongst the coals, but other than appearing patient, Bronco couldn't sense anger or malign. And he had called- and was minding their borders by several yards at least...For some reason, Bronco felt as though he was facing not just some hapless yet strikingly handsome stranger, that he was actually facing a trained champion. 

Bronco's hackles lifted in apprehension, but he natur as more of a peacekeeper than anything, he naturally presented himself as a concerned, but calm guardian. "You've reached the borders of the Firebirds," His voice was firm, but his tone soft- the voice of one whose tone had not quite finished developing. "I'm Bronco, just ah, here to see to you until the leaders arrive. D'you mind tellin' me why you're here?" He asked, flicking his ears forward.