Spotted Eagle Mountain The weak breeze whispers nothing

"Kiddinggggg, varmint, jeez," He said, reaching out to punch his son in the shoulder with a paw gently. Killdeer was funny. If Bronco'd kept his face, he probably could have convinced him that he actually was king, but he wouldn't do that the the kid. It might make matters worse if that word spread to Germanicus, after all. "But the sitting on kids part I meant. I've been terrorizing Eljay and Maia's litter from this spring in particular. I got at least two of 'em convinced that we have a nest of jackalopes living on the Caldera" He said, chuckling. 

When Killdeer spoke, though, he didn't sound terribly enthusiastic. Nothing new, just...Just watching kids and teaching them, too. The smile didn't reach his son's eyes, and Bronco realized he was likely holding something back. "Any troublemakers?" He asked. he'd go the long way around to find out what was bothering Killdeer, if he had to.