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To Bronco, old age didn't give death a reason to take away his aunt and uncle. It still wasn't fair, and he couldn't justify their loss with the fact that true, they had lived a long and full life. Of course, that was of some consolation, as compared to those (like Wildfire, like Colt) who had been taken before their time by something that was out of their control. He could not accept that death had any right to steal away those who held his heart, whether or not they had gone in peace, with their most faithful companion alongside them. Wraen seemed to believe that that was the way she wanted to go too, and Bronco could understand that. His Dad...Had been so sick, so weak, and in so much pain- he wouldn't wish death to take anyone after enslaving them to pain and sickness first. To walk hand in hand with death, peacefully, in a slumbering dreamland was probably the best way to go...But still, it didn't mean he felt it was fair that he'd lost more wolves that he loved. 

It made his eyes water and his lips tremble for a moment to dwell on his loss, but Wraen thankfully changed the subject, and asked what the other kids his age had been up to. He shrugged and laughed ruefully. "Nothin' too important. No real shit anyway, aheh," He said. "We're just not-so-secretly plotting to take over the pack some day but that ain't news, no big deal," He joked.