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

Bronco's laughter only lasted for another moment or two, but as Penn wrenched his head this way and that, digging his teeth in deeper, Bronco felt pain sear through the back of his skull and down through his shoulders as the skin was stretched, pulled, and beneath the points of his fangs, broken. He sent a glance to Fennec, who moved away, disinterested in the brawl Penn had started, and removing herself from the vicinity. Bronco wasn't angry- but he did not like the fact that Penn was hurting him so much- and just because a joke had been played on him. He didn't want Penn to think that he could be pushed around, so he gave Penn a warning growl, and then, finally retaliated. 

He was still immobilized, more or less, by the grip that Penn had on the very top of his scruff, which at least meant that his throat was protected and it also meant that Penn's mouth was full. With his muzzle forced low, Bronco used a combination attack he'd been taught, with electric speed- snapping at one of Penn's front legs, and then the other- and then, without hesitation, he shoved himself forward, aiming directly for Penn's throat.