Gyrfalcon's Keep moored

"Lucky me," he agreed, examining the stranger in turn. Like always, he was at a bit of a loss with these foreign names. Catori sounded strange and exotic to the male, even after all the strange names he'd heard in this land before it. In his mind, he shortened it to Cat. "Thanks for cleaning me up, Catori," the male replied, giving his tail an earnest wag. She seemed nice - kind and down-to-earth. Maybe we oughta name a mountain after her, too, he mused, a smile quirking his lips.

His grin widened at the way she said his name, almost as if he was the one with an odd one. "I do," he replied, bobbing his head and pointing his nose toward the plateau. "My pack's right over there. I'm just out getting feathers for the kids."

He looked down at the bedraggled item at his paws. "Well. Feather," he laughed, glancing regretfully back toward the keep.