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Like Charles, Bronco was startled by the sudden sound Lunaria made- for he, too, had sunk his focus into tracking down the squirrel with fierce intensity. He wasn't sure what it was about squirrels that drove him absolutely bonkers. Maybe it was the fact that the little creatures were so hard to hunt, despite the fact that if he caught one, it'd take no more than one snap of his jaws to finish the little creature off. Maybe it was because they could climb trees and get out of reach. But he suspected that the thing about squirrels that invigorated him the most was just the fact that the little, bushy-tailed creatures had the sheer audacity to scold him whenever he so much as passed by the tree that one perched in. It was like they thought they owned the forest- and Bronco found that to be an invitation to be chased, hunted and terrorized. It was only fair, right?

His surprise melted away quickly though, and he paid little attention to the way Charles addressed the stranger as he could understand the sentiment. Maybe he and Charles were more alike than he'd thought, when it came to hunting squirrels. He was quicker to pass off the surprise though, and gave the turquoise-eyed stranger a smile and nod of his head in greeting. Her scent was mingled along the borders, so he assumed that this was simply a new recruit.

He chuckled, and sought to soften Charles' accusation by gesturing toward the branches above them. “We're not on the tail of a squirrel, you just surprised us a bit,” He said with a bashful tone. “Wanna join us?” He said, though he cast a glance in Charles' direction as well, to make sure that the leader of the hunt was also fine with the additional company.