Gyrfalcon's Keep moored

He paused and turned to look at her, ears flickering curiously at the tone of her voice. He'd upset her, he realized - and she was kind of cute in her indignation, but Grayday was still quick to try and placate her. "I'm just kidding, Cat. There's food at home," he assured her, moving back to try and bump his nose to her chin in apology. The more serious mention of food reminded him that they still hadn't found those deer, and in the interest of full disclosure, Grayday felt compelled to add:

"Although, I'm going to have to catch something this week, if we want things to stay that way."

He turned back toward the place where they'd stashed the feathers, not wanting Catori to see that he was a little bit worried. They could survive on turkeys and raccoons for awhile, but they'd need large game to get them through the winter. We'll make it, the male consoled himself, nosing the rock over and snuffling over the feathers for a moment.