Friendly in his greetings no matter who approached the den so far, this meeting was no different for him—except, of course, he did not know this was a princess. He had been told about the court here and there, but his attention was not something that could be easily grasped by rules and titles yet. He had probably even been told the names of the princesses at some point, but it was not something he remembered now; and even then, it was not something he even considered to think about in just meeting a new face.

But she was prettier than others who had come to see him. There was a grace to her that awed Muchen. He knew the name of jasmine and could place it in her gentle scent, but he did not know the other things that lingered there. Regardless, this visitor was already set apart from others. Even as she lay to arrive at his level, he felt humbled and small.

So when she asked if he had any other treasures to show her, his eyes lit up. Of course he did! Dad brought him all sorts of cool stuff, like different bones and a cool antler piece! Muchen was not without his own spoils too, like a super cool rock he found the other day! Or the tufts of fur from both of his parents that he'd bury his nose in to when he wanted to smell them.

It was clear he hesitated for a moment but it was not because he did not want to share his treasures. He'd have to show her some more pretty things!

Yeah! he barked finally, jumping and twisting around in one smooth motion. He disappeared back into the den and came out a moment later with a mouthful of different feathers.

He placed them gently before her, taking care not to bite too hard on shafts lest he bend them. There were all sorts of colors and patterns to them, but he picked a light, foggy blue one to show her first.

Mist, he said knowingly, although that was not the name of the bird, just the name he had given to the feather. He grinned widely at his collection, laying onto his own belly and folding his paws neatly beneath his chest so that they could admire the pile together carefully. From dad, he added, gazing upon his hoard of feathers like the whole world rested in this soft pile of treasures.