Gyrfalcon's Keep moored

 

Catori met his eyes, a look clear that she wasn't buying it, but she wasn't going to push him either. If he wanted to talk about it she'd be open to the discussion but she wasn't going to pry. She was placated by the way he teased his teeth along her collar, chuckling quietly at the notion she needed the bath. "My colors won't change."  She pointed out with a little smirk. "Yours might end up different after we get the muck off you."