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

She tried to listen and follow what he was doing, but it didn't make much sense without the context of sight.  She didn't know about the feather, so it sounded to her like Bronco just snapped a branch off of a tree, then walked back.  Her expression was puzzled and her head tilted involuntarily when he walked around beside her and poked at fur near her shoulder.

She caught a whiff of the sap when she turned to investigate.  The spice of the pine was good, but she really didn't follow.  Didn't think I smelled that bad, she drawled playfully.  She couldn't twist around enough to feel what it was (not for lack of trying... she probably looked like an weird goose, craning her neck around like that), so she settled for waiting and seeing if he'd explain.  Whatever it was, it was probably great, and it felt (uncomfortably) par for the course that it was going over her head again.