Dragoncrest Cliffs Donnez-moi une suite au Ritz, je n'en veux pas

He smoothed the fur, combing through it with his claws, slicking it here and there where there were flyaways with gentle strokes of his tongue. Casting a dour look into the distance he resolved that he loved his gift so much that he should part with it. 

He contemplated flinging it from the cliffs and down into the ocean, sending with it a prayer that his grandmothers and the loa might at least take it as a gift and enjoy it themselves. The logician within him told him that it would either sink or the sea would cast it aside. He also considered how much offense Val might take if he knew that the fox brush had been thrown into the ocean; of all the wolves in Sapphique, he seemed the most keen to avoid the waters. 

He remembered a burl he had seen on a tree, hollowed out naturally, and set off to stash it there. He could barely reach, and of course had to inspect the hole first to make sure it wasn't already inhabited by a squirrel or an owl that might just make it into a nest. He sighed as he placed the brush into the hollow in the tree, gave it one more longing look, and wandered off, defeated. 

He began to regret being so selfish, but he was proud, and cheered himself up in thinking that he could come back and visit it- first thing tomorrow morning.