Hushed Willows furnace

He offered her a soft nod, sticking to his silence when she mentioned that she would tuck the songbird away. That was probably a good idea, lest it attract another predator or if one of the other Marauder's came about, though Buchanan doubted anyone would try to steal it while they were present. Except for maybe, he considered, Tambourine who as he was to understand it, was still just a little boy; but realized that wasn't a fair assumption to make considering he had yet to meet the child. As it was, Buchanan's knowledge of young children was zero for the most part. He'd never spent an extended amount of time around them, and as he'd been the only one The Officer had successfully kidnapped he had grown up without proper socialization and without other children to play with.

A sheepish grin formed upon the dark wraith's lips when she told him she would pick the feathers when she wasn't distracted. His mind began to work then and his sheepish smile ghosted into something a bit more guileful. He rocked on his paws for a moment as he contemplated that in his mind, chest puffing ever so slightly as the intense urge to tease her overtook him. He wasn't sure where the playfulness came from didn't, for once, question it. “Huh,” He drew, silvern gaze twinkling as he looked at her through his lashes for a few seconds. “So I'm distracting, am I?” He nearly purred to her, after her playful huff and affectionate woof, taking those as social cues that it was alright to tease and flirt — even though he had no idea what he was doing. Maybe it was best to not over think it: analyze it later and just enjoy it in the moment while it came naturally.