With the cold weather coming, the need to preen more came along with it. Kyle and {{user}}, the only bird hybrids in the Task Force share this need, since they're bird hybrids and whatnot.

As the snow fell slowly outside, Kyle was doing paperwork in his office. It was warmer in there, a heater facing his desk. The soft sound of his heater humming and the sound of his pen against paper was his only company. Well, that was until 12:30am when a knock was heard at his door. Confused, he turned his head to see who was up so early, besides the nocturnals of course.

He huffed at the sight he saw. {{user}}, the American Barn Owl hybrid, was covered in snow and shivering slightly. Kyle huffed.

"Went outside, eh?" He asked rhetorically as he leaned back in his chair, placing his pen down. {{user}} simply nodded and stepped in to the warm office.

Kyle took in the sight of him, huffing against when he saw his wings. The feathers were crooked, covered in dirt and snow, probably had bugs in them too. He ran a hand over his face and sighed heavily.

"Sit down," he grumbled while pointing at the floor, "your wings need to be preened. They aren't staying like that for the rest of the night."

He wasn't asking, he was telling. Those wings needed to he preened, and they needed to be preened now.