Hushed Willows You are the reason.

The adult lifted his charcoal-tipped crown, fixing Sundance with a firm stare. He crouched a little, immediately threatened by the searching of cold jade eyes, and his feathered tail curled submissively about an alabaster hind limb. 

He spoke to him, offered some sort of greeting, but made no move to rise and approach. Sundance was grateful for the distance; somehow, he felt he should prepare to flee if the need arose. A question followed and the young Shakti blinked, not particularly wanting to show Dorea's gift to anyone for fear that they might take it from him.

Still, it wasn't in his nature to be rude, so he lowered the smooth little pebble carefully to settle it on the ground beneath his pallid paws for the newcomer to see, and kept a watchful eye on it.