Redhawk Caldera All my down and outs

Jaws had wrongly supposed that feathers were a universal play thing. They had been enjoyed by him, by Wildfire, and he had been certain that Nightjar would have enjoyed it too. But instead, the reaction he was expecting was no where to be seen. The pub was unsettled by the feather, whining instead for it to be gone from his presence as he swiped at it. Jaws was quick to bend down and gather the offending feather in his teeth, carrying it off a short distance, enough to ensure it would be no further bother, before dropping it. "Ok, no feathers for you," he commented as he returned to the tawny pup.

"So what do you like?" Jaws mused, more to himself than to a pup that could not understand him. The coywolf pursed his lips and glanced around. There was the rabbit fur that Wildfire had also enjoyed, but there were also sticks scattered about and they seemed like a safer bet. Jaws stepped away once more, picking a small stick from the ground for round two. He placed the stick in front of Nightjar rather than dropping it, giving it a small nudge with his nose as if that would encourage the pup somehow.