Moonspear until we figure it out

Osprey was and always would be, it seemed, a bucket of surprises. Charon glanced at the pelt; he hadn't seen this before very much and he found it a curious practise. He'd collected soft things for Amekaze's den but mostly plants and the sorts. "Huh," he said in his surprise as he looked at it. "It looks a little... patchy." He wasn't sure if patchy was the right word, but he could find no other words for this right now. "Does it always look like this?"

Well, no matter, he remembered his manners despite his tiredness and forced a smile to his face as he said, "Thank you. This is thoughtful." The meat felt much more welcome than the patchy-looking fur, but he didn't want to discredit Osprey's kid or whatever so he decided not to make a shit comment about that.

The sudden realisation passed him that he was grateful to have Terance here, because he trusted the boy a lot more than the a-little-less-new family. They were competition in the fatherly brain he had right now and so he didn't trust them nearly as much as the boy (who already had a lot of cookie points just for being Osprey's son, of course). "How are you settling in?" he then asked.