He shrugs, wrapping the feathers in his breeches. He'll put the pants back on when he can stow the metallic feathers in his pack.

"It ain't roses, but it ain't so bad once you get used to it. Smells never bothered me none."

Raph shifts the branches a bit more, and once he's pleased with their arrangement, he steps back.

"I'm going to give the area a sweep, see if we can't hide our tracks a bit."