Sun Mote Copse You've got a fast car

Bronco tried to smile as apologetically and innocently as possible, even though he'd just straight-up lied to the kid. Dead birds didn't fly. All he could do was wish over and over again that she'd give up on the bird and just forget about it- and technically, she seemed to do just that, but it meant that she just went back t flailing and thrashing her little head around, minicking his ptero name. She seemed to vibrate for a moment before she took off- and he froze, not...Not sure what to make of all this. 

He could recognize the zoomies, though, when he saw a wolf who had them, and he was glad to see that she was fine with just going in circles, on her own, at what looked like a safe patch of ground. He didn't want her to get any closer to the bog, though, because she could easily fall into the water and either get suffocated by mud or drown- but fortunately, she turned back toward him- and charged. "Eehhhh," He moaned, uncomfortably, before he realized that Meerkat wasn't going to stop- so he had to get up. He bounded away, skipping sideways to avoid having Meerkat pile right into his ribs knowing that it'd hurt her more than it hurt him. But as long as he was moving away from her, he couldn't step on her, right? "C'mon!" He lured, dipping down into a play bow before springing back again. "Come getcher Bronco!" He said, before he began to bound away, always keeping one eye on the tot to make sure she was following him, but not getting too close.