Redhawk Caldera Say it soft and it's almost like praying

Something about Fennec's suggestion of finding him a matching owl feather to wear in his own fur made his heart flutter. He hadn't thought of that- and perhaps he was reading into her suggestion a bit much, but it encouraged him significantly to hear that she might want him to match her. His expression brightened considerably, until the sting from the healing wounds on the top of his head urged him to change his expression. He'd hold onto that touching moment, though. "Okay," was all that he could manage without spilling the beans about how he really felt with regards to the idea of them having matching feather decorations. She'd probably laugh at him and rescind the idea if she knew how much it tickled him. 

While he'd already considered the owl to be a sign perhaps from the loved ones he'd lost, he found it even more coincidental knowing now that Fennec liked owls, and wished that she had one to follow her around. He'd heard stories of the hawk that Towhee had had, and the more he considered it, the more he found himself liking the idea as well. Maybe, if he ever saw that snowy owl again, he might have a chance at persuading it to stick around. "It was here, just a minute ago, before you got here," He said. "Perched up in a tree...It pulled the feather out, and then just...Flew off," He said softly. "Maybe it'll come back later," He murmured.