Submission (#843) Approved

Borea wasn't absolutely thrilled about the prospect of having to house any sort of animal. They were a hands-off type, but likewise it seemed like the old way for himself to bridge the gap between the more social areas and himself, were if he was able to trade more things that others would like. So he set off to find where the Fyrehens were being held. After about an hour a day for about a week of just standing around and seemingly just looking around each time. Observing others, now knowing that Elizabeth is whom he needed to speak to. He gathered up enough information and came to her will confidence.

"I would like one of these feathered ones around. Ah and one of those."

Although that wasn't exactly how it went. After much explanation, he settled on just leading her back to make this so called coop. He lived a bit far and he didn't apologize for how long she would be walking, and offered her instead sometimes a break instead of carrying her himself. It wasn't like he lacked the strength or the will to fly- but honestly he didn't put two and two together. She had legs- and she was walking so he would meet her gait and do what she did. It was then that near a river and a lot of lush trees and bushes that were full of butterflies. So much so that when they came in to the vicinity, the butterflies would latch on to them. He seemed unphased by it and instead looked very natural having so many of them around.

"If what you said is what you do in fact need. I made this little area when you explained to another customer- about a safe place that's gated. The wood I chopped is thick and sturdy. Ah- and that is twine." He pointed out. Bringing her over to the area.

The sun had risen and went across the sky and it was already late afternoon. By her standards- the area he did make was ok but the fencing of twine wasn't sturdy- and together they went on to make a better and safer area.

How do you thank someone?
Well. A collection of things. A painted rock that looked like it was painted to be a ladybug. A shell of a snail. A maple leaf. And the most exciting of it. He offered her a potion bottle, which he beamed at showing her.

"And this is nectar. From the trees. Syrup I think you call it." He smiled brightly- and it was the first smile he offered any Kitsu- in many years. For all his hard work and stoic attitude, there was a sweet Kitsu somewhere in him.

"Thank you for assisting me."

Reward	Amount
Small Coop	1
Devrion's Token	1