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The typo- and subsequent possible pronunciation flub- went straight over Bronco's head, but this wasn't anything out of the usual for him. His face was pretty enough that obliviousness still suited him somehow. 

He gave Towhee a nod and a smile when she went off to continue her patrol, and he wondered vaguely if she'd noticed the way Chanel sort of smiled when she looked at him, or the way she looked adorable when flattered. He wanted his Auntie- and all others, really- to note and admire the effect he was trying to curate amongst the women-folk of the pack...Given the fact that he was related to a fair percentage of them, he had to take his chances with every viable option that presented itself. The fact that Chanel happened to be both friendly and beautiful as well as being outside his family tree ticked off every box on his chart. 

Wraen encouraged Chanel to get involved with the kids, though he did nod and echo her comment, chuckling as he lifted one of his feet to show Chanel the small puncture wounds from his younger brother and sisters. "Very toothy," He warned, with a grin. She related a bit about her experience with the Frosthawks, and he felt himself wondering if maybe he shouldn't pay them a visit as well. He hadn't really been interested before, because he'd heard either his Mom or Towhee or Phoxn saying something about Quixote being "milk-toast" and while he wasn't sure what that meant, it had the desired effect; it made him lose interest. Apparently, though, Chanel had been able to live and hunt with them, and she seemed pretty comfortable about spending time with kids. Bonus points for Chanel. 

"You an' me gotta go elk hunting sometime," He said. "You think a deer was big, wait until you see an elk," He said. Yes, he was sort of bragging- but he really did hope she was impressed.