Moonspear Work hard and be nice.

"Aright, then," Bronco said, with an amused smile. He wondered what kind of wolf Meerkat pictured him with, wondering if perhaps she'd be as quick to warm up to others as Primrose was, or if perhaps she might be a bit more picky. He was glad, though, that she didn't see him trying to find a girlfriend intimidating, as though someone else might encroach on their valuable family time together, because part of him knew that as his life went on, he might further depart from certain parts of his family, the same way the other yearlings had. Still- it didn't mean he'd love them any less. 

He was about to mention that he'd take a look for some soft materiels to carpet their den with, when he noticed the slump of Meerkat's shoulders, and the way her eyelids drooped. As much as she was growing up before his very eyes, she was still his little sister- and when the end of an eventful day caught up with her, it tended to catch up quickly. Silently, he waited for his sister to fall asleep, before he padded to the entrance of their new cave-den, and sat down- a silent, thoughtful, sparkling guardian.