Gyrfalcon's Keep moored

Grayday paused his washing to fix her with a look of faux confusion. "What are you talking about? I've always been white," he denied, moving a few paces away from her to duck his head under the water for a moment. The current was painfully cold, but it didn't take long for Grayday to become accustomed to it. He popped back out of the water with an exhilerated shout, splashing his companion as he tried to shake some warmth back into his face and neck.

Now fully wet, the male set about grooming his own coat - in the places where he could reach, anyway. This mean that, while his flanks and the base of his tail were combed over, the back of his neck was still rather dingy. The male didn't notice this, though, and even if he had, it's uncertain whether or not he would have cared.