Even, gentle, steady.
Cayenne hummed softly as he brushed one of the coeurl in his care. His morning started off normally, a leisurely stroll around his property accompanied by Titan, a grand white behemoth and his chocobo, Watermelon, a green variant with red spots all over her. Next he fed his charges and played with them as best he could without getting bitten or pecked. Now, his evening was spent brushing them down for the night. Today was a busy day for him and tomorrow would be no different.. except the volunteer that was coming in. She had a way with the animals unlike anything he had seen before. Even Titan behaved around her. The few hours she was here was the only time he was free. Which was usually spent reading and responding to letters he received. They were usually inquiries about what he kept in his menagerie. Cayenne was the first to tame the Coeurl and Fenrir to use as mounts and currently the only one that was able to do it. He rarely let them go as mounts but he allowed the pups to go to families as pets. It was common he received them back from the parents because they got too destructive and they couldnt handle it.
So he hummed along, brushing each and every creature.

Later that day Cayenne sat in the most comfortable chair he owned and relaxed. He read over the last letter Tyme had sent him. Looks like he finally got an audience with King Wargrave. Damned fool should have granted it the first time. Tyme never specified in his letter what his concern was, but whatever it was, it was important. Cayenne sighed and leaned back. What the eff was going on?