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

"Nope," he replied. The owl had been out in broad daylight, but to be fair, it had looked very calm- sleepy, perhaps. Hard to tell with those round, owlish eyes and that expressionless face. Still- if it had come around once, without objecting to his presence, it might come around again. He could only hope. 

He stretched slowly and carefully when Fennec suggested she might go and get some tasks done- which involved finding some food. The thought of a meal made his stomach rumble audibly. "Uh, ex-scuse you," He said, to his stomach. "I'm pretty sure that means anything will do," He said, a bit bashfully. It felt strange, still, to have someone else do the hunting for him- he liked to be the caregiver, after all- but he knew that he was incapable of doing so, and that it likely brought Fennec a bit of joy to know she was basically saving his life.