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Like his mother, Bronco had a fondness for living in a small space, underground. It meant that he wouldn't get rained on while he slept, and that he had a nice warm place to sleep in the winter. It was a creature comfort, and even after he'd moved out of Niamh's whelping den, he'd found one of his own in the Copse- though he'd spent a lot of time at the Rendez-vous site once the chibs had been moved there. The idea of finding some place safe, tight and dry definitely piqued his interest. 

Caves were something new to him, but he figured the mountain would have them; maybe some sort of shelter created by a landslide amongst the rocks, or something created long ago by a course of water that had hollowed out a tunnel. "-I'd figure, yeah,-" He said, "-Though this is the first mountain I've lived on, so I prolly don't know much about where to find caves. Seen some neat rock formations here an' there, though. I wonder if we'll find something near that wooded grove,-" He pondered out loud.