Dragoncrest Cliffs an overwhelming surplus of diggity

Easy continued to roll, missing the judgement in his tone simply because she hadn't been looking for it. She assumed he meant, What are you doing with MY feathers? because she'd stolen them just to get that reaction.

"Finders keepers, losers weepers," she sing-songed, rolling to her paws to go around scritch-scratching the ground to pull them into a nice pile once more. It was only at his next question that she realized he thought the action itself was strange, and she turned to him in disbelief, brows climbing high upon her face and - indeed - wreathed in feathers stiff and downy alike. "You don't roll in them?" she asked, clearly aghast. And then, seeing that the answer was no, she went on, "Well, my family always does. I like the smell. Not as much as my dad did, but it's nice."