Cedar Sweep We opened a door (we shouldn't have).

Bronco snorted and pulled his head back indignantly, furrowing his brow and sticking his tongue out at Towhee. He laughed, though, and having caught on to the sign Towhee'd made, he tested it out for himself. "YOU'RE the -DINGUS-" He touted proudly, giving her a cheshire grin, clearly proud of the fact that he'd picked up not only a new name to call someone, but how to sign it as well. Those were the only things he was really interested in learning in Ptero anyway, the same way one might gravitate toward swear words first when learning a new language. 

Towhee's sudden catch drew Bronco's attention the fact that she'd had to correct herself, as certain expressions no longer described his family. Those changes still stung, whenever he had to switch from saying "Mom and Dad," or "Parents." His ears fell back, and he looked away, then, wilting visibly. Now it was just Mom, and she wasn't terribly exciting. He shrugged his shoulder. "Prolly patrollin'" He said, forgetting yet again to face Towhee when he spoke. 

He sighed and shrugged again, and began to claw at the ground when Towhee asked him to take her to his Mom, but he nodded. He didn't want to go back, nor did he want to go back to his Mom. "Yeah," He groaned, and without another word, began to plod sullenly back toward the pack's borders.