Sun Mote Copse Caraway Tea

Bronco chuckled when Wraen, like many others, commented on his size. He liked the fact that he'd grown big- as it was one of the things he found that was so admirable about his father. Of course, Bronco didn't know, now, if he would stand shoulder-to-shoulder with his father, and his perspective had been different when he'd been smaller, but he remembered his father as a legend, and in being a legend, one had to be mighty. He smiled fondly, and nodded. "Finally grew into these mitts," He said, lifting up one of his paws, and placing it beside one of Wraen's, which was smaller in comparison. To her question, he sighed, and shrugged, his face a mixture of confusion and doubt. 

"I'm alright," He said, though his voice was thoughtful and had a slight heaviness to it. "Kinda hard to know how to feel. I'm sad that Elwood and Finley are gone...But also kinda lookin' forward to having more little siblings...So I'm sorta in between, I guess, with some moments that're better, and some moments that aren't." He said. "If that makes any sense."