Redhawk Caldera a feather for your hare

The fiery pup grew still when she felt a puff of warm air (Jaws's breath), then began squirming so wildly that she swung like a pendulum in her father's jaws. She only stopped again when she felt something tickling first her toes then her belly. Despite herself, Wildfire unleashed a high-pitched giggle that was like music to Peregrine's ears. She then clasped the feather against herself and shoved it into her mouth, of course.

Seeing as the usually rowdy pup was preoccupied and quiet for once, the Alpha male made no move to relinquish his grip. Ignoring the slight stiffness in his neck, he continued holding her aloft while she busied herself with the feather. Of course, it was only a matter of time before it went up her nose and when Wildfire subsequently sneezed, the feather drifted to the ground. She immediately began to wail.

Hastily, Peregrine put her down next to the makeshift toy, sighing a breath of relief when Wildfire fell quiet again and began rolling on the feather, much like her parents often rolled in scat. She tittered again, her little black tail snapping to and fro as she rubbed her pudgy little body all over the soft, oily object.