Big Salmon Lake Be my Yoko Ono

Just gonna put a "Mature" tag on it in case the language escalates, heh. How do you make it show up? I cliked "Mature" for this post but I don't see it...

While Bronco had a bit of food aggression within him, he was also not an aggressive wolf by nature in any other way, so when he heard the pale male laugh he couldn't help but smile a bit, and chuckle in response. He was quick to let tension slip away, especially when there was no trace of malice in the male's laughter that Bronco could trace, at least. It seemed like he'd genuinely tickled the guy's funny bone, and he was flattered by that fact- a moment ago, he'd been fairly certain that this guy was the sort of standoffish, loner-type who didn't push his luck with strangers. 

He wrinkled his nose when Āzon, as he'd introduce himself a moment later, discouraged him from engaging in a trade of profanities; that was discouraging. He didn't exactly appreciate being called kid but he'd let it pass for now, so long as Āzon would give in, and take him at least somewhat seriously. So he sat up, placed one large paw on the remnants of his meal and moved it forward and back- as though to catch the male's eye and tempt him. 

"Yeah right. You know you want it," Bronco stated blatantly, with a cheeky glimmer in his bourbon eyes. -"Dickbreath"- He challenged, accenting his insult- which was simultaneously a challenge and invitation- with the Ptero signal for the word which did nothing but heighten the lewdness of the insult. He tipped his chin up, grinning- as though to say Your turn.