raindrops on roses

Though he had been rewarded with a bit of fur, he'd also seemed to have “awoken the beast”. Well, not awoken, as she claimed to have not been asleep yet, but he'd surely riled her up a little bit. While she seemed agitated, the bright vulpine made no move to attack him, which was what he'd been expecting. Keyx was not usually one to act without any manners at all, but he hadn't thought she'd give him some of her fur even if he had asked. Now, after having heard what she'd said, he felt a bit bad for acting on a whim. “Sorry, vixen,” he murmured, his words a bit off as he attempted to speak through the fur that laid between his beak. Lowering his head for a second, he placed the small clump of fur by his talons, reaching one out to secure it down and keep it from blowing away. “I thought you would try to eat me if I just asked.”

Before he'd started to learn to fly, his mother had told him and his siblings stories about the woods they lived in. His favorite had been the one about the Heart Warrior, but he'd always hated hearing how the grand barn owl had met his demise—at the teeth of a crimson fox. He was sure the story was nothing more than some tale his mother had spun for them, but he still felt hesitant around the vulpine, keeping his wings ready to take off at any given moment. “Wouldn't it have been odd for an owl to just come down and ask for some of your fur? Would you really have given me some if I'd done that?” His head turned downwards as he asked questions, the motion a bit much for his few questions. It was his first time officially meeting and speaking with a fox, though, so he couldn't help but be a bit over the top.