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

"Uh," Bronco stuttered, not exactly willing to give his sister another glance, and hating this whole scenario, but apparently, while she'd been off with the Frosthawks, they hadn't been exactly inclined to teach her much about personal manners and matters, and so he just gestured with his muzzle somewhat toward her hind end and flattened his ears. "Just keep your downstairs covered, Nell, for crys-sake," He said, probably sounding a bit more flustered than he should have, given the fact that she clearly didn't know, and was simply oblivious. It wasn't her fault.

He sighed, and lowered his voice, forcing himself to calm down a bit. He was mostly just nervous because he still didn't like talking about this subject, which made him uncomfortable enough, let alone having to talk about it with his sister. "Din' they teach you nothing about....That kinda stuff at the Frosthawks?" He asked, and then realized he may have to be more specific. "Like about how pups are made," He asked hurriedly, and tried to shrug the uncomfortable feeling off.