Moonspear Child of Dust

He'd expected- withouth a lick of logic considering Antares' size- for his opponent to be lighter, and was surprised when he headbutted his friend's underside but wasn't able to just flip himover with the gesture, the same way he might have been able to had he done the maneuver on some of the smaller yearlings he'd grown up with. Antares recovered quickly and Bronco side-stepped neatly to avoid a retaliation which was indeed merited- but it never came. He assumed, then, that Antares would be the type to wait, bide his time, and take his revenge when Bronco was least expecting it. 

He laughed lightly, and nodded. "They are. There's gotta be some around here, in the foothills, yeah?" He asked. He knew he'd seen them in the glen where they tended to spend their summers, raising their calves, but from what he knew, they migrated to higher ground in the winter- no doubt in a bid to escape the hungry wolves who would otherwise run them down in the thick snow.