Gyrfalcon's Keep moored

 

Catori's eyes fluttered for a moment at the lick to her cheek, the girl giving a sly grin as she looked up through her lashes at him. "Hmm, a bath," She mused aloud, nodding towards a rock nearby. "Hand that over?" She motioned towards it with her free foot, placing the rock atop the pile of feathers to keep them in place. "I haven't explored this area much," She admitted. "But there was that river that cut through here - I'd bet there's a decent pool to get you rinsed off in." 

Catori tracked back some, careful to keep a conscious thought of where they'd left the feather pile until she found the river again. It cut away from the bird's roosting spot, but she was hopeful - with any luck there might be enough space for him to get washed up but not washed away. "So do I get to know about these little ones, or just get surprised?" She asked, looking up to him as they walked the edge of the river.