Greyfalcon had been in a field with her now more feathered youngster, his wings were starting to grow in, though still penned with pin feathers…. He would stretch his wings on a log, flapping them ever so gently.
She thought today was a good day for some field training, or… early childhood Ed for the bird. She held a bit of tender meat, offering it to him if he should step up on her shoulder. She was crouched down, and gave him the tidbit once upon her nape. Settling in.
She mused, “Good to see you settled in little one.”
She walked on in the field, taking in the scenery and smelling the smells. Skills she would need to hone for serious scouting one day. Mayhaps she would earn this rank sooner rather than later. She would travel a bit before noon to map the territory, little bits at a time.
Would someone join her?
With the target spotted, the boy crept through the brush, making a wide arc so that he could reach the thick trunk of an ash, where he could lie in wait for the njosn to come close enough for him to surprise her well. Peeking out from behind the tree, below a leafless branch, he watched as she came closer, the young gyrfalcon on her shoulder. He eyed the bird, knowing that it might spot him before the wolf did, and tucked himself back behind the tree trunk again.
He flicked his ears forward, listening for her step as she approached, and when he felt she was close enough, he crouched, and crow-hopped sideways, aiming to pop up, almost directly in her path. He mis-gauged the distance, and ended up having to scuttle sideways a little bit, so that he could face her directly, with a slightly sheepish grin on his face before he remembered what he was doing.
He squared up his feet and tilted his muzzle forward, lifting his crown as he did so. There was a light wave to his tail that was aligned with his spine, ready to relax or lift to show dominance if necessary. "You have come to the borders of Raventhorpe and I am Baldr B-hahahah!" He broke into laughter when a spit bubble interrupted the pronunciation of his own name.
She was unsuspecting of the young man, he was well downwind of her scent. The bird, however was indeed looking around yet at what she didn’t know…. She kept walking, then briefly stopped! Not too hard though as not to jostle the bird on her shoulder, which let out a little screech, then stopped, falling silent and eying the thing in his accomplice’s path.
She stood a bit taller, eyeing the lad. That sheepish grin was a tell tale sign that he was up to friendly mischief. He stumbled with his words, she stifled a giggle. “Well my good sir, it’s a pleasure to make you acquaintance,” She mused, “I don’t believe I caught your full name?. Even though she well knew his name. The young lad was always a pleasure to run into, he was large for three months. A good start for a warrior. She was taken back to her first meeting with Rusalka… the boys father. My how he looked like him. yet sweet like Solveig.