Mount Everfall She lit a fire

Bronco's patrol eventually wound up taking him beyond the borders- where he still figured that roaming sround would still count as patrolling if he argued that he was simply making sure that no one even came close to their borders if they weren't allowed. The truth was that he'd begun to get tired of going through the same routes every day, making his patrols correspond with his mother's as she wound her way in the opposite direction, at differing times of the day so that there was never too much of a gap in the border patrol. But Bronco left a gap when he left the pack, and wandered toward the South toward the area where the mountains fell down toward the river. 

He could still see the impact the earthquakes had had on the mountainsides, which now had a good deal more scree and loose shale here and there where landslides had happened. He moved on until he saw a wolf- a pretty female with dark markings along her cheekbones and around her eyes- looking off in the direction of his pack. He felt a bit suspicious, wondering if she knew she was staring off toward a claimed terrotiry or not- but this was a girl. Sure- she was an adult, but she didn't look terribly harmful, she simply looked pretty, and Bronco was beginning to approach the age where girls began to draw a bit more attention from him. 

A bummer when he was related to all the young girls in his pack. 

It was the kind of dusk where the sky burned various shades of red and orange before fading to purple toward the Eastern horizon, and the dying light cast a warm copper hue upon the female he approached. He cleared his throat, and glanced off toward the sunset, before looking back at her. "Looks like both you an' me got an eye for pretty things," He chatted, fixing his gaze upon her and giving her a rogueish, very Coltish smile.