Sun Mote Copse A concatenation of locusts

She looked like what could have been a much younger version of his mother, though perhaps a bit paler. Her face looked different- she didn't have the same sharp look to her muzzle or bearish, rounded tips to her ears as his mother, but they did bear a resemblance in terms of her coat colour and the fact that she was a leggy thing. The oddest thing though, was that though she was staring in his direction, she wasn't actually looking at him. Sort of...Past him, though he felt as though if she was to turn her filmy gaze directly toward him that he'd feel more like she was actually looking through him. As soon as she spoke her name, his ears flicked forward. She seemed a bit cautious, but he'd be able to put her at ease soon enough. He'd heard her name spoken before- and he knew what the vacancy of her gaze meant, as he had been told about that as well. 

"You're one of Phox an' Towhee's kids then, eh?" He asked, hoping that mentioning those familiar names might make her drop her guard down a bit; he'd relaxed as well, knowing now that this girl belonged here, and that even if she hadn't been brought over to their pack, that she would have been welcome anyway. After all- the wolves of Asterism Grove were their neighbours, and welcome ones at that. "I'm Bronco," He said, moving forward to close the distance between them, so they could get properly acquainted. He was curious about her, if she'd be anything like Towhee or Phox- her sense of humour would be the first indication of any similarity. He grinned, and even though he knew she wouldn't see it, he felt it would be audible in his voice. "I'm one of Niamh's brats." He joked quietly, hoping that at least one of the two names would ring a bell.