Firefly Glen One Hand, One Heart

There was something sort of accusatory in her voice. She was tense, and a lot of that translated into her posture, the stiffness of her gait, and in the tone of voice she used when she turned to question him. He'd definitely missed something- and wasn't entirely certain why Fennec now disliked that den so much. He could only assume that she resented it because it had wedged such a divide between them, and perhaps he was wrong in thinking that they had fixed that issue. So he stared at her, a bit puzzled, when she turned on him, but it didn't make him angry. If she never wanted to revisit that den again, he was fine with that. 

He settled the coconut shell onto the ground at her feet, where it made a pleasant, hollow noise. "You can throw that at me, if you want," He said. It didn't exactly answer her question- because he still wasn't sure why the den was such an issue. But he'd promised her before that she could whip the coconut shell at him if she ever got angry at him- and he intended to at least follow through on that offer if necessary. His tail began to wave slowly, as he watched for her reaction- once she realized what he'd found for her.