Broken Antler Fen Show Of Affection

Brandy smiled and settled down next to it. She didn't rip into it, however, but carefully pulled out the feathers from the base as to not harm them. She looked up sheepishly at Aduin with a cute, innocent smile.
          "You think we could make a den here, lace it with the feathers? They're really soft, but I've never met another being outside my mother to use them."
Others usually looked at them crazy after finding out, and Brandy couldn't understand. Why sleep on the dirt, or stone, when you could sleep on feathers and moss? In the Cove, it wasn't much an issue, thanks to all the natural moss. But even she and her mother had a dugout den in the roots of a tree there, lined all around with silky duck feathers and soft emerald moss. She'd been born in a nest of furs, feathers, and moss, and had lived the rest of her life as so.
After pulling them out and putting them under her paw, the copper she wolf ripped into it, then nudged it to the salt and pepper male to take a bite. It wasn't all that warm anymore, but ducks were her absolute favorite and it was clear in the pleasure on her face.