Gyrfalcon's Keep moored

"Ha!" said Grayday, rolling to his paws and getting ready for a good shake-down before he remembered Catori sticking a feather in his fur. Not knowing that it'd fallen out and having a good idea that there were plenty more now lodged in his pelage, the father resisted the urge. "That gives me an idea," he said with a wide grin.

He'd need help, though. All these feathers wouldn't stay in his fur for long. They needed to be inserted just before the kids saw him and - yeah - he probably needed a rinse, too, unless he wanted to be giving the kids their weekly baths several days early.

"Wanna come meet the kids?" he asked, tail wagging hopefully.