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Bronco- oblivious to the fact that he had plaque- assumed that it was probably his breath that made Meerkat look slightly disgusted, so he huffed out another growl, knowing full well she'd get more than just a whiff of his last meal- that she'd probably taste it a little bit too. Not that that would be terribly disgusting, considering the fact that he'd regurgitated food for her, before, so it was sort of an empty gesture. With each yank she gave to the bone, he growled, trying each time to growl louder and harsher still, but the kid wouldn't have had any chance against him- not with the amount of strength built up in his jaws. And he wasn't about to go soft on her, not just yet. 

So he leaned toward her, touching his cheek to her nose where she'd grabbed onto the bone- and then suddenly, jerked in the opposite direction, rolling over his shoulder with the intention of more or less dragging Meerkat along with the bone as he rolled over onto his other side. It'd test her grip, having her own weight pitted against her jaw strength, but it was a skill wolves needed to develop- as their prey would use every maneuver possible to get themselves out of a wolf's vice-like grip.