Kanzi, or Barnacle, enjoyed the sea. It was beautiful, and he adored how his coat reflected it. Just that perfect shade of blue... The red and gold were a bonus. He adored his red hair, it was something not everyone in his family got. Of his brother and sister, only his sister had it besides him. It was simply... Glorious. Not that he was vain - If he was, he wouldn't put feathers and things in it. Which was why he was sitting there as his mate, Sokota, carefully braided part of it to add another feather to the curly mass. "Do you think our future cubs will get my hair...?"
Sokota, or Wind Whistler, as she liked being called, gave her mate a flat look, before tying off the feather in the braid. "A pox on the gods if they give all our future children your hair." She meant more the curly part. The color wasn't too terribly bad, she really didn't mind it much. It was the severe mass of CURLING she minded. Granted, her own fur was thick and curly, but it was nothing compared to Kanzi's mane. "How do you keep it from getting tangled, love...?" She ran her paws through it, feeling it slide between her toes."Magic."
"Magic..." The statement was skeptical. Clearly she didn't believe his claim.