Redhawk Caldera Say it soft and it's almost like praying

She wasn't havnig his impression, nor was she playfully throwing comments back at him. Fennec was genuinely in a bad mood, and it made the faint smile on his face fade away. So much for the momentary glimpse of a nice distraction. He sighed and went to settle his muzzle back down onto his forelegs when he looked for the feathers again, as though to seek some comfort from them instead- only to realize that the soft, fluffy down feather had been blown away by the breeze. Still standing with its quill embedded in the snow, though, was the black-tipped flight feather. 

"C'mere," He said, softly, invitingly. Whatever it was that had made Fennec upset, he figured he might be able to at least give her a bit of comfort if she came and lay beside him for a moment or two. He didn't say anything else, hoping that she might simply obey his request, and come close enough to be influenced by his calm, steady energy.