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Bronco stretched and yawned, careful now to lift his chin up when he did so in order to avoid his son's latest party trick- cramming his dirty paw as far back into Bronco's mouth as he could whenever the man yawned. More than once Bronco had nearly lost the contents of his stomach onto the boy, who'd looked almost as though he'd wanted for it to happen. He felt a paw cuff at his chin and he shut his mouth with a click and stared down at the obstinate boy for a moment before he deferred to his wife's suggestion. 

He was a bit less ceremonious about it all, and as he stood, he shook out a bit of leaf litter from his pelt and gave a flick of his head, and prepared to herd them out. "Up ya git, varmints one two and three," he said with a chuckle, waiting patiently for them to go after their mother. He would bring up the rear, in case any of them should stray.