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Towhee's posture, atop the log, caused Bronco to feel as though he was being watched- and that he had to be careful, so he was perhaps unnecessarily wary when a small, fuzzy beige pup romped toward him. He flinched in surprise, but jutted his head forward when he saw her make a funny movement with her forepaws, and he found himself somewhat awestruck at the fact that Meerkat was signing at him- until, that is, she tripped over her paws and fell directly into the feathery gift he'd brought for Towhee. "Ouf!" He empathized, sinking down to the ground, worming forward an inch or two with his jaw only a couple inches off the ground. His eyes lifted to gauge Towhee's expression, and he whined softly. It alarmed him to see a child fall- even though it was into something soft. 

"Hey, hey," He said, softly. "You okay?" He asked, daring to bring his nose just a bit closer- but he didn't reach out to touch her just yet, still unsure of whether he was allowed to or not, and unwilling to push any boundaries.