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

Bronco raised his gaze to glance at the boastful Towhee, who claimed that she knew everything there was to know about words in her Ptero language- and it made sense, so he wouldn't challenge her on it. She was the one who'd made it up, right? And she'd taught it to others, right? So as the creator, of course she would know everything- and she would be the boss, too, when it came to creating new words, which was exactly what Bronco wanted to learn. Enough of the old, over-used insults; he wanted new stuff. 

He watched her as she showed him a couple signs, and they made him both blush and cackle simultaneously. Carefully, slowly, he made them back to her- half aware that if most other wolves caught him doing those signs, he'd get a flogging for it. -Shit stain, fuck face, cock....cock gobbler,- The last one made him laugh and took a few tries to get it right, as it was too hard to sign without losing his shit laughing. "What about..." He said, deciding that between the two of them, they could come up with some new ones. "Shit-splatter?" He asked. He tried to speak as clearly as possibly so she could figure out what he was saying, and make a sign out of it. "Uhm...Ass licker," He said, but he was drawing some blanks and simply falling back on combinations of other foul words he'd already heard used before. "penis breath?" He felt a bit self-conscious using those words around an adult- but he also didn't give a damn. He had to stock up on ammunition- and this was the only way to do it.