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It was easy to forget that Meerkat's mom was sitting right there, observing the interactions, given how adorable the little one was. Bronco was watching Meerkat with a mix of fascination and adoration, bewilderingly intrudgued by this novelty that tugged at his heartstrings. He hadn't expected puppies to have this sort of effect on him, because he hadn't really known what to expect. All he'd had in mind was a tiny little nearly inanimate thing that he shouldn't touch, lest he do something to harm it inadvertantly. But this...This was something miraculous and wonderful. He glanced up at Towhee, his eyes brimming with glee, and shook his head. -She's great. I don't want her to pipe down.- He admitted. His ptero was somewhat awkward and hesitant, given how distracted he was by Meerkat. 

She continued to look up at him with her dark, sparkling eyes, and he waited, holding his breath as she sounded out his name. For her, of course, sounding something out quickly turned into shouting it out, but Bronco didn't mind. After all- he had been brought up by a screechy, outspoken mother who had shouted at him quite a bit when he'd been very young and rebellious. Talking loudly was simply a manner of expression. 

"That's right!" He chuffed proudly, and was amazed yet again when she identified both the bird, and then him. He glanced up at Towhee, wide-eyed. -She's smart- He said softly, with a smile. He hadn't quite picked up on Meerkat's request- but the question in her eyes, and the outstretched paw, pointing at him, finally clued him in. "Oh," He said, and chuckled. -Bronco- He signed, and then repeated the gesture again. -Bronco.- The sign for his name was a combination of a head toss and the pawing of one of his front feet, an imitation of horse body language, and an homage to his late father.