Bramblepoint dry eyes, it's no surprise

Often. ptero earned him a look of scrutiny, but the young one tilted her head and her eyes brightened. He felt confident now that this had to be one of Towhee's kids, probably one of her latest. Perhaps a granddaughter, if Meerkat had had more children this year. 

When she responded, it was without words. He figured, then, that he could reply without speaking and rely solely on ptero.

-I can. I learned from a wolf named Towhee. My name's Bronco,- He said, with a slight smile. His namesign was a bit of a fluorish- kicking up his hind heels though he noticed now that his lower back didn't cooperate quite as much as it used to. He wondered if he might have to adapt his namesign when he got older, and could no longer buck. -What's yours?- He asked.