raindrops on roses

When the sharp little teeth appeared, Keyx was about ready to fly right off, with or without the for in his beak. As the sound of giggling rang out, however, his mind was put at ease and his body allowed itself to relax. So the fox did not eat birds, but befriended them instead. “It's good to know I don't have to worry about you eating me!” If his eyes could have gotten any larger when he exclaimed his words, they probably would have been at risk of falling right out of their sockets. Lucky for him, and the vixen who would have had to bear witness to such a scene, his eyes would never be able to widen enough to lose his nightly orbs.

“Thanks for letting me keep this fur of yours,” the young owl said, more out of courtesy than anything. Even if the fox hadn't wished for him to keep the cluster of fur, what could she had done about it? He was the one with the wings, and could also quick up the bright bit of softness quickly if he needed to. The lack of distance between them could have aided her in retrieving her fur, but since she didn't eat birds, Keyx didn't worry about that. The girl didn't seem like the type to kill unless she was going to eat the body of whatever life she'd taken, leaving him with not a single ounce of concern or worry for himself. After all, to him it appeared as if he was completely in the clear, which he probably was since he'd been given “permission” to keep the fur he'd plucked. "Maybe I'll give you some feathers sometime to make the trade fair."