Redhawk Caldera out of feathers out of bones.

Her instructions were simple, given as she drifted off to sleep, unable to fight the heaviness of her own eyelids any longer. Elwood smiled faintly down at her, admiring just how peaceful she looked for a moment before putting himself to work. He would gather the bedding that she desired -- and then, once he had brought it to the den, she would be able to arrange it (and rearrange it, likely) until it was perfect.

He kissed her once more, softly so as not to wake her, then slipped away to begin his search.