Redhawk Caldera The crisis in the crossfire

Bronco was pleased to see Killdeer respond with Ptero, which meant that Towhee was likely teaching him. At the mention of a bath, Bronco laughed, jaw chattering a bit as he lowered his head for Killdeer to reach. "Well we're both gonna need a bath later 'cause hunting muskrats gets pretty muddy." Maybe he'd get the kid to at least rinse off in the lake afterwards, so he wasn't bringing a total swampmonster over to Towhee to clean later. Or maybe they should both just show up like swampmonsters and Towhee might go for a swim with them, then. They could figure that out later. 

He tried to look up to see how messed up the fur was on his forehead, and ended up getting slightly, comically cross-eyed because of it. He exaggerated the facial expression for a minute, for comedic effect, before he smiled. -"Perfect. Thanks."- He said, and then gestured for Killdeer to follow him toward one of the closest muskrat lodged along the side of the lake. A dark tunnel had been dug into the mud long ago- this lodge was likely abandoned, but it was at least a good way for the kid to get a close up look at what a muskrat lodge looked like. 

-"Muskrats are food. They live near lakes and rivers, and look kind of like smaller beavers, but with a rat's tail."- He explained. "-Sometimes they live in a pile of sticks and stuff, like beavers do, or sometimes they have these tunnels, like this one, so they can go from their den underground and into the water. Oh! If you look out there, way out there in the lake- you see that little dark thing moving through the water? That's a muskrat."- He said. He reached out to tweak a couple of the hairs on the top of Killdeer's head, making sure they were still standing up. -"You wanna go take a closer look?"-