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Bronco snorted and rolled his eyes again, shaking his head. "You ain't old, Wraen," he insisted yet again. He looked at her with one eyebrow raised- he didn't see a grizzled, greyed muzzle, nor did he see a rack of bones poking out from under a dull pelt. To him, Wraen looked healthy. Older than his Mom, maybe, but she couldn't have been that much older. He didn't like thinking about anyone getting older, anyway; it meant there would be less time with them. "Nosey, though...Yeah," He chuckled, and leaned toward her to gently brush his shoulder against hers. 

When she asked him about being in the leadership, he nodded his head. "Oh, yeah, for sure," He said. Of course, he didn't know exactly what he was in for- or how hard the decisions could be, but he liked the idea of it. "I mean, 'course, long live the Sovereign, and Regent, an' Mom an' Eljay, but whenever y'all wanna retire, I'll be ready to step up," He said with a grin. He didn't want to step on any feet, nor did he want those ranks to become available due to death- but he did very much like the idea of leading.