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

If she knew her suggestion had made him happy, she'd have been shocked.  Trust him to take a joke about him smelling bad and make it romantic.  Though Fennec did have a thought in mind, something of an idea that she quite liked, and she did hold onto it for future use.  

Weird.  She listened out of habit, but as expected, didn't hear anything above them.  Bronco would know that it had gone, obviously. It isn't night, is it?  It didn't feel like it, but she suddenly second guessed where they were in the day.

She didn't mind either way.  She had no need for an owl when she had other birds, though a part of her still found the idea awesome.  It didn't even occur to her that Bronco might have taken the idea on himself, but it was honestly doubtful she ever would catch on to his gift-giving preferences.

Mentioning the time like that reminded her it was almost time she grabbed food for them, and checked them over again.   She pushed herself stiffly to her paws.   Either way, I should probably go take care of some stuff.  What are you hungry for?  she could see if they had it.