Gyrfalcon's Keep moored

Grayday huffed when she jerked her head away, his tail going up in mock affront. "I like stories," he stated, following dutifully after her and wondering if he did feel up to chasing anyone right then. His legs were still smarting, but he'd been through worse...

And she had a feather.

The male charged after the smaller figure, knowing he probably wouldn't be fast enough to catch her, but hoping that he would all the same. "You must be pretty proud of yourself, huh? Stealing feathers from a poor, single father, just looking for something to bring home to his kids?"