Gyrfalcon's Keep moored

His momentum almost carried him into her, but he kept from ramming Catori by scrambling to an ungainly halt. For a moment, he thought that the tides had turned, and it was time for him to flee - but she merely tucked the feather behind his ear and told him he'd have to find the next one.

It was an odd feeling, having something stuck in his fur. He gave an experiemental wiggle, and then had to struggle to keep himself from shaking it out, as was his habit when he felt things sticking to him (a common occurance with fur as thick as his). Hoping to distract himself from his urges, he cast his gaze around until they narrowed in on something nearby. There were white streaks of bird droppings on a cliffside a few dozen yards away. Grayday shot Catori a smug look and darted in that direction, hoping to reach the wall before her. The feather flew out of his fur without his knowledge, but he made it to the cliff in good time.

"Gold mine," he declared, looking around at all the feathers - big and small - that were scattered around below the nest and - coincidentally - licking a bit of saliva from his chin.