Big Salmon Lake Be my Yoko Ono

Bronco clenched his teeth as soon as he felt the male's tension rise. He seemed surprised that Bronco had commented on his scars, and didn't realize it then, but had the male not been so soaked, and perhaps had his coat not been so pale, the scars he bore likely wouldn't have been visible. He got the feeling that Āzon hadn't been entirely aware that with his fur slickened by the rain, those scars showed- and unlike Bronco, who carried his scars with the knowledge that he'd been doing something noble when he'd received them, Āzon instead seemed to prefer not talking much about his. Bronco felt guilty for bringing it up- but was thankful for the opportunity to change the subject and lighten the mood, ridding it of the sudden change in intensity. 

He too stood, shaking some of the water out of his pelt (as though it might make him more nimble) and gave Āzon a toothy grin and a nod. "I h'ain't a kid, -shiteater-" He said, tossing in one of his more cringe-worthy insults, and squared up his stance, keeping his joints loose so he could dodge or prepare to embrace whatever attack Āzon threw at him.