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When prompted for a reason behind his questions, Bronco shrugged and looked away. It would've been incredibly difficult for him to have tried to see from Elfie's point of view, the day he'd thrown the flowers from the gravesites. He had been insulted, and knew that Elfie's actions would likely have offended anyone who'd caught him in the act. This was not a situation that he could have imagined that he might have even begun to give his rival any amount of leeway; and he still believed that Elfie should've been punished for his actions. And maybe he was- wherever he was. 

He did, though, dignify Wraen's question with an honest answer. He didn't like talking about such personal things- but of all the wolves in the pack, he felt he could trust Wraen to have a clear mind and be the one he could speak to without incurring judgement. "Elfie. That day that he pulled the flowers off Dad's an' Wildfire's graves, an' just threw them away, right after Sugar'd put them there. I don't think it was right of him to do that." He admitted. "An' I can't really see it from any other way. Dad died protecting the pack against..." He trailed off, and paused. "Did...You know her?" It wasn't a topic he could speak about with his mother. All he knew was that the wolf who'd attacked Colt had once been a member of the pack.