Firefly Glen the woodchuck song

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Bronco had imagined that Meerkat had thought that by becoming a leader, Atlas' priorities might have changed, giving him less time to spend with her and less energy to do so. His advice had come from what he'd seen from other leaders, who still managed to carry on with their lives, raise families, have friends and spend time with both their loved ones and taking down problems without letting others down. He thought, because of her question, that she might have been worried simply that he wouldn't have time for her anymore- but she clarified, and he shook his head, and drew her in close.

“No no, Meerk, no,” He said softly, murmuring into the tan fur of her shoulder, before he let her go. She really did seem to have her heart fixed on Atlas- and the worries that she expressed now seemed to come from a place of insecurity, and he never wanted his little sister to feel like she wasn't enough for someone. “Rank doesn't give anyone the entitlement to pick and choose as they will. Sure, some wolves might be drawn to leaders because they want power, but you like Atlas because he's Atlas, right?” He asked, drawing back and searching for her autumn-leaf gaze. “And if he likes you, then he likes you for you. You're pretty special, Meerk.” He said. He drew in a breath. “And if that changes because his rank makes him feel like he's above liking someone lower in the ranks...Then he doesn't deserve you.” He said. “Then, he deserves a smack from your big brother for being an idiot.” He said, nudging her chin in an attempt to draw a smile to her features.