Sun Mote Copse “A hug is always the right size.” —Winnie the Pooh

Upon learning that the rest of his family (save for Nellie, who had gone off on an exploratory mission) would be moving to the Rendez-vous site, Bronco decided that he should do something to make the area even more welcoming, though he knew that the presence of his aunt and kid sister would be welcoming enough. Still, he thought- maybe a Rendez-vous warming gift, or something like that might be nice- so he trotted off in search of something with feathers, knowing that that would make a nice gift. He was well aware, after all, how much his mother liked pretty things, and that she had a soft spot for colourful feathers. 

The weather was quite miserly, but even with the rain he ended up catching a male ring-necked pheasant. Its plumeage boasted a bold caramel colour stippled with black and beige markings, and long, striped tail feathers that trailed out behind it. There was a bright iridescence to its feathers, and he felt confident it would make for a fine welcoming gift even if the kids got it at before his mother could pluck some decorative feathers from it. 

When he arrived at the site Towhee and Meerkat were there, so he approached with an affectionate growl, his tail sweeping in a low, slow wave from side to side behind him. He dropped the pheasant and opened his mouth to talk- before an idea struck him. -Hey Meer-kitty-kat- He beckoned, and gestured for her with a jerk of his muzzle. -'Mere a minute,- He beckoned, and stooped down to pluck one of the longest tail feathers from the pheasant, holding it gently in his mouth as he beckoned for her to come to him.