Redhawk Caldera rosebowl

Bronco was lost in thought, with a mouthful of cattail leaves when he heard someone clear their voice. He looked over his shoulder, and his tail swayed demurely from side to side when he realized it was yet another packmate he knew of, but did not distinctly know. Most of his time was spent with very few others, or tending to his regular duties of border patrol, hunting and filling the caches. 

Recently, he’d begun finding his little sleeping grove a bit uncomfortable on his limbs and sides. It’d never been a problem before- he could have slept on a rock, or hardened clay when he’d been younger and had had more meat and fat on his frame. So he’d begun harvesting cattail leaves, and used them to make a mat to sleep on. 

He felt kind of silly, having someone catch him with a mouthful of long, slender leaves. To his knowledge, they weren’t medicinal so he assumed some sort of explanation would be in order. He set them down gently, and licked the spittle from his lips, woofing softly to Teya to welcome her company.