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"Mkay," Bronco responded softly, turning so that Hydra could clean his wounds, stilling himself for th twinges of pain which would come with every lick. She was gentle enough, though, so he was able to simply grit his teeth and bear with the pain that ensued while she took care of his wounds. He didn't have much to show for having survived an attack from a grizzly, though his thoughts strayed to Minori, who had suffered far worse than he. He might take a trip to Neverwinter with a gift, in a bid to thank her for having saved his life and to check up and make sure she was doing alright as well. 

It would seem that the news he brought had been delivered by another, but it didn't hurt to reinforce the knowledge that there was trouble brewing soewhere to the East, both with these Saints and the other band of trouble-makers. Hydra seemed to think that those two groups would band together, an idea that made Bronco frown. Had the world always been this dangerous? And how could there possibly be two entire packs full of wolves who would be dangerous toward others for no real reason? His mind once again roved back through his memories, and pictured the sight of his father covered in cuts, bites and wounds that were swollen and infected. He'd been attacked by a bad wolf...And it seemed there were more like Kiwi out there in the wilderness. 

She theorized a plan of action out loud and Bronco sat up a bit, considering this to be  decree he ought to know a bit more about. "Who d'you think they are?" He asked. "And...What should we do, if they come? I'll train as much as you need me to," He asked, even though presently, he was in no shape to take on an enemy of any kind.