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

"Good enough," Bronco said, and grunted softly as he got to his feet. He knew she wouldn't be able to see what he was doing, or know what he had planned, but if she at least half trusted him, she wouldn't have anything to fear. He picked up the feather and carried it toward a spruce tree nearby, pausing for a moment or to to investigate it before he pushed his way through the prickly branches and toward the trunk of the tree. He set the feather down and carefully placed a paw on it so it wouldn't blow away- and grabbed a thin branch with his teeth. He crunched through it just enough to pull the branch off, which made some sticky sap dribble down the side of the trunk. He liked the scent of it, and he picked up the feather, to dab it in the sap just enough to get a bit on the quill, before he backed out from the tree branches and limped back toward Fennec. 

He slowly slid back down to the ground beside her, before he reached out, and poked the feather into the fur near the point of her shoulder. He'd done something similar to Meerkat when she'd been very young- but had stuck the feather on the top of her head to make her look ridiculous. Now, though, he thought the ivory owl feather was actually a decoration meant to be pretty. He nuzzled it into her fur, hoping the sap might help it stay in place. "There. Witchy." He commented with a smile.