Sun Mote Copse If you stand for nothing, Burr, what'll you fall for?

"Dude," Bronco called out, the moment he saw his sister crouched and eating something, but when the wind picked up, it stole his voice with it, so he approached at a trot, and waited until he had come straight to her side, where he yet again reiterated: "DUUUUDE!" only a few inches from her ear, for good measure. The wind did not pick up, and his voice was clearly not lost. Chuckling softly to himself, somewhat smug and proud of himself for no real reason at all, he slumped to the ground, so that his side could mooch off some of her warmth. 

Then, of course, he turned his head, and placed hic chin on one of her outstretched paws, flattening his ears in appeasement. He was hungry, and he was too accustomed to his mother's warnings should he try to mooch from her- but Nellie was someone new, and potentially someone softer. "Shaaaare?" He enticed gently.