Gyrfalcon's Keep moored

 

Catori gave a little laugh as he pointed out she'd just end up cleaning him up again, half shrugging it off. "Lucky you, I guess." She hummed out as she moved back enough to be able to look him in the eyes again. Grayday - it was easy enough to remember, and rather matched to his general appearance. "I'm Catori." It was easier to just give her first name, rather than the sometimes pretentious sounding title that had been bestowed upon her. She'd been the Spiritwalker for as long as she could remember though, and it was second nature in many ways. 

"So, Grayday," She let his name leave her tongue in a little lilt, testing it as she spoke it; reaffirming it in her mind too. "Do you live near here?" She asked curiously, given that she knew nothing about the other packs other than the small collection of scents she'd picked up in the nearby forest. She hadn't exactly spent her time discovering the area, after all, having stuck to her familiar shoreline.