Sun Mote Copse A concatenation of locusts

Bronco's confusion showed itself in a sharp tilt of the head when Fennec mentioned some sort of blockage- but then he remembered hearing something about that. Right- the pass was no longer open, leaving the wolves inside trapped there, and the wolves who were outside of it- like Fennec here- were blocked out. "Right, sorry," He said softly. "Well...You're safe here. An' if there are any trades you wanna learn, you can learn 'em here while you're here, right?" He suggested. He wasn't terribly concerned with the entrance to the Grove being blocked- but he also failed to consider the fact that the wolves would be trapped in there without any way to get out and hunt out prey that wasn't also trapped down in there. 

"You could be a...." Wait, the girl was blind. So what could she do? "Like...A medic, maybe? Or a counsellor," He suggested, a bit more enthused about the second- as a medic who was blind might not be able to see what she was supposed to be treating. "A storyteller, maybe, if you like that sort of thing," He said. He was trying to only list off things that he thought would be possible for her- which, of course, likely set some inappropriate limits by assuming she wouldn't be useful at things like hunting and guarding. "I dunno, what do you wanna do?"