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

Bronco quietly tried the new gestures a couple times on his own, finding it relatively simple to not only guess their meaning without actually stating the words aloud, but the act of making those gestures was oddly satisfying as well. Everything about swear words felt as though he did truely intend to toss shade at someone. The sharper the movements, the more punctuated they seemed- though for now, he kapt his movements fairly reserved, as he didn't want to be caught enjoying anything too much. 

When they reached the borders, Bronco almost didn't even think to stop until Towhee spoke. He tilted his head to the side for a moment- couldn't Towhee just come in and go about however she wanted? She was family, after all- but instead she decided to ask him to call for his Mom and he sighed. He wasn't sure why she asked him to call, as she could do so on her own, couldn't she? But he obliged nonetheless, tilting his head back- and it was then that an idea hit him. 

Towhee wouldn't be able to hear if he faked it, would she? 

So he faked a howl- and did make a half-hearted squawling sound, just so she could see his throat clench and move with the vibration of sound- but he wasn't nearly loud enough to summon his mother unless she happened to be within earshot of their conversation. "She'll prolly be here in a minute. She's kinda keen like that," He explained, albeit with a touch of nervousness. He fidgeted. "What d'you want her for?" He asked then, curious, and half-hoping it was nothing serious. Otherwise he'd really get in trouble for not actually summoning his mother.