Kintla Flatlands ₐｗₒₒₒₒₒ!

Bronco was nearby when he heard his son's questions, but he listened, rather than responding. Like his son, he too was intrigued by the sudden, spur-of-the-moment constellation of howls. They came from everywhere, as far as he could tell- North, South, East, West- it seemed like everyone who heard, was joining in. He was reminded sadly of the howl conversations he had with Killdeer, the only way he could really communicate with his son from time to time, so that he could give Fennec enough space. 

He hoped to hear Killdeer's voice among them- but instead, his mischievous palomino child decided to half-howl, half-yodel, and string in a number of foul syllables as well. "You little Donkeykong," He said, rushing over to clamp a paw over his son's mouth as he chuckled. His son giggled and bit at his pawpad. "None of that language, bug. If you wanna howl, howl like me- see if you can howl louder 'cause I bet you can't," He said, before he pulled his son to his chest, forcing him to hear up close just how loud his father could really howl.