Eating cake, like a boss
Hearing the furry girls repeated screams, Frisbee stays puzzled trying to put two and two together. Finally, his wits catch up to him and he realizes what had happened. Getting up, he walks closer to Screamer (As Frisbee has now dubbed her) , and plops down onto the ground after saying "Sorry for scaring you, I didn't mean it really." He began feeling something, what was the word? As if he did something bad...Guilt, that was a suitable word for the feeling. For scaring Screamer.
Now with his hind on the grass, looking up at the sky and occasionally glancing at Screamer, he saw something dash across the sky. A bolt of lightning pierced the clouds and roared out with thunder, causing Frisbee to flinch and recoil only to realize he was unharmed. Just like that, a drop of rain landed onto his hand, moving his helmet closer he inspects the droplet, and to his surprise he finds that several thousand more droplets were falling from the sky. Despite the water pouring down onto him his grime did not come off, instead he seemed to be dirtying the water, creating mold where his hand touched the water on the ground.
Feeling the ground around him he notices the dirt turn softer and squishier, more... Fun. Taking two hands full he slaps them together in front of him, and begins to craft his perfect mud cake via slapping on more mudding, taking of mud, and molding it with his hands in a variety of ways. Finally after some time of work (And most likely important things happening in the background, like the growling sound) and craftsmanship the cake was done. Taking a scrape of the top of the cake he opens up his helmets visor and eats it wih whatever he had for a mouth. BEST. THING. EVER. Well, second best when compared to words, but it was the best physical thing Frisbee had ever experienced. Picking it up he devised an ingenious plan, Keeping his visor open he stands up near Screamer, and presents the cake as a gift; holding it in both hands, arm outstretched, and pieces of the mud sliding of from the side as Frisbee smiles wide and warm. "For you, to make you feel better."
Obviously that's what screaming furry people need to make themselves less scared: mud cakes.
For the king, For the king, For the sake of Skyrim. For the Nine, for the hope of High Hrothgar's pass, and for all of Sovngarde; Where the souls sing your song. For the king, For our King, who will guard Hrothgar! Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, naal ok zin los vahriin, wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal!
Ahrk fin norok paal graan, fod nust hon zindro zaan, Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal!