Redhawk Caldera You're nothing but a pack of smokes and a bag of tricks.

Reyes bristled, and Bronco tried to understand, so that he could at least try not to make things worse. All he knew of Reyes was that he could be unpredictable, and he did not want to provoke the man who was likely a much better fighter, even in the state that he was in. He would have much more motivation than Bronco, who could not stomach violence. 

"No." He said, softly, with a shake of his head. "We don't replace wolves we've lost. I'm different than you." To be a replacement inferred he would either be the same of what had come before, or an improvement. He knew it would be hard not to draw comparisons, but he did not compare Teya to Fennec, now that Teya was the one who had his heart. Teya wasn't a replacement, either; she was the mate he had now. 

Bronco didn't want Reyes to think that he had all the card pitted against him. It seemed like he was looking for someone to shove him away, start a fight so he could be villainized properly. But Bronco knew that he was the key to ending the tension- or at least, to beginning the healing process. Pushing him away and sending him off wasn't going to fix things. 

He caught a flash of movement in the corner of his eye; he looked, just in time to catch the roll of Sorana's eyes before she stalked off. Odd, he thought- considering how much she had wanted for Reyes to come home and take back the place he'd had before. Was she choosing to shun Reyes now, too? His brow furrowed. No, this wouldn't do. He couldn't have her walk off like this- not when her father was doing everything he could to see her again. Reyes bellowed, but he was ignored. 

"Sorana," He called out, firmly. "Come see your father."