Sun Mote Copse musical chairs is turning into an adult drinking game.

Bronco had not been far off when he caught sight of Fennec, her pale, dusty-golden coat making her stand out against the snowy backdrop of the forest. He'd been on his way to get a drink from the very same pool that Penn had been using as a mirror when he spotted her first. He caught sight of his cousin the moment the playful, but slightly wicked smile came across his features as the idea occurred to him. Incapable of reading minds, Bronco just thought Penn was being a wierdo- until he called out to Fennec in such a way that caused her to startle unnecessarily. 

Bronco, too, was startled, having not predicted the sudden outburst and like Fennec, he froze, flinching suddenly and looking about to see what Penn could have shouted about. He saw nothing. Fennec was frozen somewhere between flight and fight and her unseeing eyes stared from an expression of surprise and fear. He was reminded of the male who'd attacked Sugar Glider, and immediately, he flipped into 'defender of the meek' mode, and flattened his ears. "Penn you little shit" He growled, pulling a line directly out of his mother's vernacular, and bee-lined it for the grey male with the intention of putting him in his place, and punishing him for pulling such a mean trick on his friend.