Gyrfalcon's Keep moored

 

She didn't take off too fast, not wanting to make him hurt because then she would have to drag him across the ocean to Coelacanth. She took a couple fleeting steps, giving a little hum as he made his accusations. She snorted and was careful as she adjusted her grip, not wanting to lose the feather. "You're just jealous mine is prettier." She said with a laugh, a playful glint to her eyes. He'd given a hint of more information, too, that he was a single father which just gave her more questions. If two of his kids were 'grown' how un-grown were the others? 

She decided to take a little pity on him, changing course as she rounded a tree to face him head on, perching up on her tip toes on her front legs for a moment so she could weave the feather behind his ear into the thick of his scruff. "Now then. You have to find the next one." She decided.