Heron Lake Plateau Burning Sun

Nevouku did not think more on that subject. He passed it over, pushing it back. He sighed, a bit shakily in fact as he did. She spoke, and he lifted his face up. And almost right away, the sad face was gone and he kept a smile back. Niamh managed to get a smile out of him. 

"They did, they did do a good job..." He smiled fondly at the times they had done so. He froze up when she mentioned collecting feathers. 'make a den here, lace it with feathers', 'they're really soft'. He shook his head, and hadn't realized his face had somewhat seized up into a smile. "Y-Yeah. Pretty feathers."