Bronze
traqué le départ de Runa, marquant son chemin et direction Bronze tourné vers l'aire de stationnement qui était en face du lit et du petit déjeuner, en voyant s'il pouvait obtenir un aperçu du propriétaire du Harley garé là. Il l'avait entendu plus tôt, mais c'était sa première fois en fait obtenir une vue de la plaque d'immatriculation. Répétant la ligne de nombres et de lettres, il l'engagea à la mémoire. Il n'a jamais fait de mal, il s'aperçoit comme un faible grondement émis par son estomac. Brisant sa concentration sur l'arpentage du vélo et de la région environnante pour le propriétaire, il jette un coup d'œil au Celeste "Wonder whats pour le petit déjeuner ce matin" il lui demanda d'une voix stupéfiante, baissant légèrement aux coins de sa bouche. Il aimait manger, il a trouvé très satisfaisant d'avoir un ventre plein. Au cours d'une chasse ou d'un repas à table, il ne refuserait jamais un repas. Il devrait parler à John du menu à l'avenir.
En entendant un mouvement de côté, le timing ne pourrait pas être meilleur pour Bronze. Son estomac lui disait qu'il ne se sentait pas aimé, puisque le dos a eu un massage, il devrait se masser lui-même. Et il savait comment le frotter de la bonne façon. Se tournant vers Kleo avec un énorme sourire sur son visage à ses mots, il agenouillait et avec des mouvements sûrs ramassait Celeste dans ses bras, la tenant dans l'escroc de son bras comme une poupée de porcelaine exquise faite et agitant à Tyrone avec l'autre main. "Nous savons tous pourquoi nous sommes réunis ici aujourd'hui, allons chercher cette nourriture" Comme ces mots sont sortis de sa bouche, il penserait à ce moment et grimace dans l'agonie sur de tels mots dans les jours à venir. Pour sortir de l'arrière du lit et du petit déjeuner strode Niall. Il avait un regard sérieux en ce moment. Avec un regard quizique sur le Cycle, il l'a tourné vers Niall en marchant vers la Cabine.
En entendant les paroles de Niall, sans changer d'expression, Bronze sentit son estomac se serrer légèrement dans l'agonie car il savait que ses désirs auraient mis en attente. Avec un renifle de l'odeur tentante venant de la cuisine, Il placait son estomac avec l'arôme flotte autour de lui, promettant qu'il obtiendra son remplissage en temps voulu. "Quelle est la situation? Le motard se perd ou quelque chose de Niall?" Il a demandé.
Name:Bronze Zahi Brighton
Gender:Male
Age:28
Rank:Beta Male
Trade: Merchant/General Store Keeper
mate:Kleo Daniels
Pups:Tyrone Daniels(adopted) & Celeste Forrester-Daniels (adopted)
Upright Appearance:


Making a appearance of six feet and 3 inches, Bronze is heavily muscled with a few tattoo's covering his body.
Canine Appearance:
 He is a large wolf, weighting in at 58kg with a length of 1.9m from nose to tail
Personality: Bronze has a straight forward way of seeing the world. He always has a vibrant smile at hand to dissolve situations that arises, though it seemed to have dimmed somewhat due to events in his past. He takes his responsibility's seriously, keeping his word when given. He loves challenges, and follows after them with single minded purpose till said task is done. He is easy to talk to, enjoying company of others and never judging them till he has his own opinion of said person. He has a pessimistic thoughts at times, though he usually keeps it to himself.
History: Bronze parents were named Jerry and Lisa Brighton. They belonged to a pack that was mostly centered in Northern Canada, roaming the very edges of Civilizations, avoiding hunters that seemed to be constantly on their trail. He never met his father, for he had been slain before he was born, through he proud of his papa, for his mama told him many tales about him and his bravery. He spent five years on the run with his pack. Through it was nightmarish, he would always treasure the time they spent together with his pack, though it didn't last, for in the sixth year his mama had been caught, never seeing her son again. After that, the pack grew smaller at a even faster rate. The last of the pack, two females and himself, aimed for the states to get away from the hunters. Somehow the hunters knew their destination, setting up a trap. The last of his pack, the two he was with, died on the border, getting him across on a train and setting him up with money and addresses that he could use to hide before kissing his cheek in goodbye as they placed him in a container smuggling him on the train bound for Denver. Years later found him still wandering around the states, passing through packs and cities, trying to find a place in this world where the hunted could find peace. He found the blue ridge pack After years of wondering. He still not sure if staying put in one place is good, but he was sick of always moving and decided with join the pack.
Extra: He likes going by the nickname Zay. And he plan's on opening a bar in the future.