At her father's questions her tail began to wag with a tremendous amount of force, so much so that her back end wobbled a bit and she almost fell over. She was saved by her sister's random appearance and touch, although she yelped again in fear at Tolte's surprise appearance. Her heart raced at such a speed that she gasped and sat down abruptly, front legs now trembling at the force of adrenaline racing through her. Tolte was so brave and proud, dancing closer to their father while Amo leaned down to lick Feyre's forehead, causing the girl to close her eyes blissfully and sink into the warm wash of his tongue. If there was one thing that could make her feel safe it was her parents. "It's okay, da," she replies breathlessly, still trying to make her heart slow. "I just wanted to explore a bit. I found some black berries over there," she says, turning her head now to point with her snout in the direction of a bunch of brambles that an adult wolf couldn't possibly fit through without some significant tearing of fur.

Tolte's crooning words of delight catch her attention as her sister leaps up to lick at Amo and Feyre bounces up quickly to jolt forward, the need to do the same burning in her. She wasn't jealous of her sister but she never wanted to be forgotten when her more vibrant sibling was about. Slipping under Amo's neck, Feyre crouches to crawl between his front legs, lifting her head so that the crown of her head rubs against his chest and belly as she makes a hum of pleasure. She loved being around her parents, sheltered by them. Curling around his front leg, she sits again, one paw now laid over his front right one, her side pressed up against his leg.

His mention of her feathers makes her eyes brighten, a grin on her face and tiny white teeth showing as she glances at her silver feathers. "No, I found them over there too with the berries. Do you think grandfather will want some?" She is excited by this prospect. "I'll give them to him if he would rather have them but they look pretty in my fur." It wasn't said in vanity despite her angel heritage. Her mother and father were down to earth and so was she, but she liked pretty things like the feathers. "I know! I will give grandfather these and then I will find some more for me and Tolte and you and ma, and we can all wear them!" She springs up again with a giggle, eyes dancing to her sister, hoping that Tolte will want to go with her too later to look for some more. "You can take some from my fur and give them to grandfather too, Tolte! That way they are from both of us! Da! Can we go see grandpa now!?" The need to give him feathers and see his elderly face smile had her too excited, having forgotten her hunger and the coon at her father's feet.