Redhawk Caldera Jet Song

Hearing her agree with him made him all the more determined to go searching for the coconut, no matter how insane it might sound to others who might find him roving along the banks of the river, or pawing through the muddy waters of the lake once it thawed enough. Maybe if the ice was thick and clear enough, he could even take a walk across the surface, and peer down to see if he could spot it. He enjoyed gift-giving, and was a bit discouraged when she told him he needn't gift her all the time. What he interpreted was that she didn't want gifts, or that she wasn't as happy to receive them as he was in giving them. It was an unsatisfying realization that perhaps his method of showing affection simply made her feel awkward. 

"Okay," He said, but it was a feeble agreement, as he didn't think it was completely fair to him, to be deprived of the part of their friendship that brought him so much joy. He offered a compromise. "As long as you let me treat you sometimes. It's just...What I do, and it makes me stupidly happy if I find something, or if I can share something with you." He said. "And if I ever step over a line, just...whip it at me. I'm giving you permission now- so help me- but if I ever over-gift you, no matter what it is, you can just throw it at me and I'll know what you mean. It'll probably make you feel...Kinda good, too." He said with a soft laugh. He hoped it wouldn't come to that- and that he could figure out how to make some sort of balance so that he could do things to make her happy that wouldn't give him a concussion. 

And he was disappointed further that she had made obligations to stay- and wondered if perhaps she wasn't just using those promises in order to avoid making a choice. They were valid reasons- if Towhee and Niamh both had puppies, that would leave the pack with two pregnant or nursing leaders, and the third one trying to take charge of whatever he could while also tending to his mate and sister. If Eljay did indeed left, then the pressure would inevitably be on. So, he couldn't necessarily doubt her motives for staying. "Well. Whether or not it ever has any influence on you changing your mind, I mean what I said." He still wanted her to go to the Glen- but at least he wasn't telling her she should. He felt certain that telling Fennec what he thought she should or shouldn't do would be a death sentence. Telling her opinion felt marginally less dangerous. "But I also think you should totally usurp Mom's Regent title when she gets too fat to patrol."