Redhawk Caldera a n o a n a

His eyebrows raised. Well, she wasn’t wrong- it probably would smell nicest, though it wasn’t exactly a feather. He pretended not to notice, and nodded. ”Nice choices. Spruce goose and Redhawk it is,” He smiled, catching a flash of the cinnamon-y coloured fur of her belly. 

He had to wonder for a moment- there was no way Towhee could’ve had this kid and then lost track of her, right? Surely they would’ve heard by now if one of her this-year’s kids had gone missing. As far as they knew, the kid’s parentage was a mystery. And if Eljay, Maia and Teya hadn’t found the answers, he wasn’t sure there were answers to be found. The best they could do was protect her, feed her, and carefully stick a feather behind one of her dark ears, and a sprig of spruce behind the other. 

What a calamity. Whoever had named her had done a good job- with her adornments, she looked absolutely hilarious. He chuckled, nicely, before he bowed his head. ”Do mine!” He encouraged, his chin hovering just above the ground, head held steady so she could try and poke the remaining feathers into his fur. ”Just, uh, behind my ears, not in ‘em OK? I know one of them’s sort of…stumpy. The feather’ll make it look better. How ‘bout we put that nice brown one on that side?” He suggested humbly.