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It was more likely an old wive's tale than anything, but Bronco wasn't taking any chances with the bat droppings that'd fallen onto them. He watched Meerkat as she flailed around in the puddle, waiting with antsy feet as she did so until he noticed another puddle nearby- and splashed about in it, before rubbing himself against a grassy bank, adding a distinctly greenish hue to the paler furs of his underbelly, but at least he wasn't covered in batshit anymore, and neither was Meerkat. 

He stumbled backwards when Meerkat flinched, half expecting another volley of bats to come streaming out at them. He was still slightly wary of the idea of checking ut caves, and living in them- what if he bats chose to come into this cave at the end of the night-time feeding frenzy? He looked at the ground, and it didn't appear as though bats had been in this cave in a while. There wasn't much t the cave, and while it was a bit rocky, it wasn't horrible. When Meerkat looked to him, and he shrugged. "Iunno," He said. "Wanna try the last one, just in case it's amazing?"