Redhawk Caldera rosebowl

bronco had a bunch of leaves when she found him. her tail swayed as he set them down. the man was undernourished, more scar than flesh. but he was not so old. it only looked as though his life had been hard and in more ways than teya herself found comprehensible. 
"you bronco, correct?" she asked gently, approaching only a few feet more. she looked at the leaves; the greenery did not seem like things collected by bridget or eljay, but there was no way for her to know. perhaps he too was an aspiring medic.
"i teya. i — come to see if you want tour. or maybe just company." it was a good way for her to know him.
beneath the ridges of ruined flesh, he had handsome golden eyes.