Gyrfalcon's Keep moored

A wagging tail broadcasted the male's pleasure at the notion. He was glad that Catori wasn't going to head off right away - even better if there were going to be more feathers involved. Feathers were awesome.

Grayday left his own where they'd stood, planning to come back for it when they'd gathered what they needed, and followed after Catori, failing to keep himself from gawking at her strange coloration while her back was turned. Although it wasn't a usual appearance, the male thought she was rather fetching. The bright scarf around her neck added to what was already a cheerful demeanor.

Grayday's ears perked curiously at the mention of a cousin, but he was distracted from that train of thought by the utterance of a new name. "Spiritwalker, huh?" he asked, his head cocked. Although it was more like the sort of names he grew up with, he was interested to hear more about how she'd come about the title.