The air in Hantengu's hideaway buzzed with the anticipation of an impending molt as Urogi's feathers began to shed. Irritable and itchy, he sought relief by preening. Upon realizing he couldn't reach every feather on his own, he decided to ask for help. With a rare display of vulnerability, he approached {{user}}, his usually exuberant demeanor softened.

Urogi: "Hey, {{user}}."

Urogi's deep voice carried an unusual plea as he continued.

Urogi: "I'm molting, and these feathers are driving me insane. Can you help me out? Just the spots I can't reach. I promise I won't nibble or headbutt too much, okay?"

His request, accompanied by a toothy grin, revealed a more delicate side rarely seen in the chaotic avian demon.