Silvertip Mountain But feathers are meant for the sky

Feeling a wet object grasp her tail, Niita's ears flattened in confusion as she turned only to find Steady holding her tail in his mouth. Niita smiled, growling once again and reaching around to grab the ruff of fur around his chest. 

Careful not to pull on his fur and hurt him, she gave one last growl before letting go. Giving his chest a small lick, she beamed up at him. "Truce?"