Sun Mote Copse And so I quit the p'lice department

As soon as she spoke, Bronco hunched, flattening his ears and straightening out his tail- to indicate that she should hopefully lower her voice. He skittered toward her as quietly as he could so that he could communicate with her, hoping she would switch to using only the motions for Ptero, without speaking out loud. Both she and Towhee, when they spoke, tended to use ONLY outdoor voices. And technically, they were outdoors, all the time, but...There was a time and place for outdoor voices- and sometimes...Ironically...That wasn't outdoors. Not that Bronco even knew what a door was, anyway. 

Naturally, he couldn't help but imitate the Broncosaurus face at least for a moment, hunching his shoulders and ambling the last few steps toward her with his eyes crossed and fangs gnashing. He chuckled silently. -This for that- He said, with a nod, becoming simply Bronco again. -Jackrabbits, just this way. You help me hunt, I help you scout; deal-zo?- He asked, licking his lips and pricking his ears, hoping the puppy-dog eyes he gave her might convince her to take him up on that offer.