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There was almost a punitive nature to the way that Lunaria schooled Charles on his self-deprecative claims, which he thought was charming. It was nice to see that she felt quite adamant about helping build him up, and it didn't seem like she was willing to take any more nonsense about him thinking he looked ugly. The response she got from the young wolf was simply calm, quiet assertion that he was, in fact, quite comfortable in his own skin, and he didn't even need to speak those words out loud. He was beginning to like these two- Charles for how he was so natural and authentic, and Lunaria for her courageous, empathetic spirit.

Lunaria was, though, much more noteable to Bronco in how pretty she was- and when she strode forward to lead them he felt his jaw drop slightly, though he told himself not to gawk. There was something incredibly alluring about her confidence, and about the bright azure of her eyes which sparkled when she accepted their challenge. He felt himself blush a bit, and Charles was quicker to respond than he was.

So he began to move forward, straying from the other two a bit to try and see if he could spot one up in the trees, or catch a scent trail on the ground. He wanted to be the one to pick up on the trail first, or to catch a glimpse of one so that he might impress Lunaria, who also seemed quite keen on winning the challenge herself. He knew very well that once a squirrel was treed, it would be next to impossible to get down- but it didn't stop him from figuring that they may as well give it a go anyway- and he'd be lying if he said that he'd never spent at least 20 minutes circling the base of a tree and barking at a squirrel just because he could.