Phoebe was surprised when the hawk suddenly pulled one of his feathers out of his wing and held it out to her. On reflex alone she took it from him. He really did have quite pretty plumage for a hawk – though she briefly wondered if the paler color caused problems. It would certainly make him more obvious in the sky to potential prey. Carefully she tucked the feather into her bouquet of flowers that this bird had somehow gotten and brought to her. This was turning out to be quite the odd day.
“You are quite the generous hawk, aren’t you?” she said with a small smile. “Truly, I appreciate it.” She said.
“You are quite the generous hawk, aren’t you?” she said with a small smile. “Truly, I appreciate it.” She said.
