Furmy was still waiting for his treat, patiently as he staaaaaaaaaaared the man down while took his letter and package. His head bobbed with each pat but his gaze never wavered, not until he was certain he wouldn't be getting treat, did he blink. If owls could have a crestfallen look, this would be it. Furmgoat let out what was akin to a sigh and his chest feathers ruffled.

Letters were good too he supposed. He liked delivering letters. The small tawny owl spread his wings and gave them a hefty flap, becoming airborne once more and flying back the way he'd come.