Coming down

He was alone, but he didn't feel like a child miles from home and from his parents. They'd instilled a strong sense of independence in him, and he was proud that he could take care of himself and find his way back home. He hadn't anticipated running into anyone though; one thing he wasn't confident in was interacting with others, especially strangers. His life had been relatively reclusive so far besides the few friends he'd made outside of Incendium, though that list was alarmingly small. He wasn't overly social and his first reaction upon hearing a stranger approaching was to flee. But no - he wasn't a coward. His mom and dad had raised him to be strong and confident. Slowly he turned, twisting as he watched someone moving his way.

The stranger approached and asked him a question, and Bronze lifted his head and sniffed at the air. "Yes," he answered simply and matter-of-factly, though he decided a moment later that the older wolf likely wanted a different answer than that. "I don't live far. And my parents taught me how to take care of myself," he explained simply. There was surprisingly little wariness in his gait, though on the inside he was quietly analyzing each one of Gilgamesh's movements in case any screamed danger. Though Bronze was young, he was far from stupid and though he was naive his parents had ingrained in him a sense of caution about the world, a lesson he wouldn't easily forget. "Should you be out here alone?" He wasn't being facetious, not really, and his head tilted slightly as he waited for an answer. His tail gave a friendly half-flick before it relaxed behind him.