Firefly Glen Monster in Disguise

Bronco moved a bit more slowly than Hydra, tagging along behind her often falling out of view as he carried with him a gift intended for Minori- the haunches of a young deer, likely one from this Spring, so it wasn't too heavy to carry, but was still a choice cut of meat. Given the fact he had his mouth full, he was fairly quiet, but travelled without qualms along with Hydra and Keres, one of the pack's newest members. He'd dawdled a bit to save energy and reduce the strain on his neck and shoulders, which would without a doubt aggrevate the pain he still felt in his ribs. 

When he heard Hydra's voice, though, he paused for just a moment in surprise, before he hastened his pace, picking up a trot so that he could catch up on what was going on. He peered over the haunch of meat at the two wolves ahead of him, drawing closer to Hydra though he paused to place his gift upon the ground for a moment, keeping it between his forepaws lest the stranger get the idea of trying to steal it. Faced with two- technically three, with Keres tagging along as well- imposing wolves, even the brawny, pale female would be outmatched, so he feared very little for the safety of his prize. 

He flicked his ears forward, and his tail waved slightly at his hocks, before he tuned into the tension that held Hydra's frame in a statuesque pose, and adjusted his posture slightly. She seemed somewhat suspicious of the stranger, which Bronco could understand, simply given the fact they were both on high alert for dangerous strangers lurking about in the wilds. Still- his natural inclination was to be amicable first, and abrasive second- so there remained a kindness in his bourbon eyes as he regarded the stranger, keeping silent to allow Hydra to steer the conversation as she wished.