"You know...." He reached a long hand down, and plucked the little gray plush out, holding it up just a little -- a wolf with a streak of green in her bangs, and bushy hair and similar tail. "...I bet Roxy doesn't have any toys of me."

He didn't just drop the toy. The gesture was subtle, as low to the box as it already was, but he tossed it in, making it bounce against the others a little.