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

He almost chuckled when she tried to nose at the spot where he'd laced the feather into her fur, and her comment made the corners of his mouth lift a bit, from the heavy frown that had settled into his features over the past week. "It's a feather," He said, reaching over to nose it slightly, so she might feel the gentle pull of it in her fur. "An owl feather." He said, and he felt his throat tightening slightly even when he thought of it. He still felt that the owl had been a sign- and its significance was still fresh in his mind. "It looks pretty. And yeah, it smells good too," He said, finally relaxing enough to allow a bit of mirth into his voice.