Redhawk Caldera The old red hills of home

"Huh, good 'cause uh, there isn't much left," he admitted with a sheepish laugh. The rabbit would have probably been best left to plump up over a few more months, but he'd needed something to chew on mostly just to settle his nerves. It wasn't like he'd made a huge change to the den- and he could always just argue that he wanted something soft in there because he felt that what they already had wasn't soft enough- but he was still slightly nervous about the fact that gifting Fennec things meant treading on ice that might be a bit thin. He wanted to make grand, sweeping gestures- but he'd refrain. Maybe it was something she could eventually get used to- or something he might eventually learn to live without. 

She commented on the scent and she wasn't far off. He nodded and chuckled. "I brought in a couple pelts, to make the ground a bit softer 'cause, you know," He said, with a shrug. "I'm a big princess and I need something soft to sleep on." Not that the pelts were as soft and flexible as the ones Kukutux made- but he figured they might soften a bit over time. "I'll share if you ask nicely," He teased.