Blackfeather Woods but i've got nowhere to fly to

Her eyes still needed to adjust to being open, to seeing the world, but she recognized this figure and if that was not enough then she knew the smell very well. The name she'd been bestowed rang through the air in a sweet tone that she welcomed and such would be noticeable by the whipping of her tail. Small face scrunched up as the feather was wiggled against her nose. Such an odd sensation but not necessarily bad.

When the feather was placed by her paws, she was quick to snatch it up in her own tiny jaws. Her legs carried her in a way that was clumsy and unplanned. She wished to return what Maegi had done. For such a magical sensation that had brought the child wonder was meant to be shared!

If successful in her feat, she would wiggle the soft end of the feather against the Nona's muzzle.