Moonspear only i, to welcome back.

Bronco frowned slightly at the suggestion that even if they did not have to worry about the Saints and Ursus, that there would always be others. He preferred to think, idealistically, that there were a finite number of wolves and packs who were dangerous- and that they could be either sent away or warned off so long as Moonspear continued to be as fortified as it was. None would slip past their fierce guardian's gaze, and if they did they would find themselves surrounded by a handful of very capable warriors. 

"I think you're right," He responded, agreeing with her judgement call. They would have to have faith in Hydra, who had yet to lead Bronco toward any doubts. She was a strong, capable leader, and he looked up to her. A yawn stole over him, though, and he stretched, pulling some of his muscles which had begun to beg him for a nap. "I think I need to get some of this sleepiness outa my system, I'm gonna go for a run down along the lower borders." He said, and reached out to touch his nose to Desdemona's shoulder- pausing there a moment to wipe some of the glittering mica dust from her fur, so that he didn't leave her in a tizzy. "I'll see you around," He said, with a fond smile, before he trotted off.