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

She sounded tired. He thought he heard a bit of frustration in her voice as well, but it was hard to tell the difference between exhaustion and frustration sometimes. He reached over to touch his muzzle to her cheek, before he lifted his head to smoothe out some of the fur on the top of her head with his tongue. When she mentioned Meerkat, he frowned. She'd caught the grief in his voice, or had picked up on his energy, and he shouldn't have been surprised. So he nodded quietly, and uttered a soft "Mmhmm," in reply. He wasn't sure what to say to her apology, so he cleared his throat, and pressed his temple gently into the fur just behind her jawline. For a few moments, all he needed to do was breathe, and feel a bit of closeness. 

His breath, now pointed toward the small amount of space between them, caused the feather to stir against his leg. He pulled away and looked at it for a moment. "Hmm." He murmured thoughtfully. "Hold still. An' gimme a minute. Trust me?" He asked.