Redhawk Caldera In the blossoming green

She couldn't deny a brief flutter of humour in her eyes, but all it took was remembering that he was replacing her dad to keep Sorana's face mostly deadpan as Bronco stepped past her. She hoped he would just keep on walking and get out of her hair, but no such luck; he indicated the trail she was following and told her to get at it.

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, the young wolf stalked past him at a haughty clip, thoroughly annoyed with his interference. The whole thing was irrational, but she could neither recognize nor acknowledge that. Still, Sora wasn't willing to let Bronco ruin her whole life, and she could follow Bridget's advice enough to recognize that running away in the moment and abandoning a hunt she had spent so much time on already would harm her much more than it would him.

She came to a crossroads in the trail and took a moment to sniff around, then started down the rougher path without looking back to check that Bronco was still following. If he wanted to insert himself into her day so obnoxiously, then he could keep pace with her or fall behind.