Gyrfalcon's Keep Night & morning with my tears

As their individual hesitancy ebbed away on the wind, it's the girl that surprisingly finishes the distance between them. Kavos -- even with all his reserves of mistrust and the experiences of his short life that had led him to believe he was better off alone -- was still just a lonely boy at his core. He feared very little because he knew no pain, and company, however fleeting, would be welcome with him as long as it was welcome to him. He took her affection hesitantly at first, unsure perhaps of the conflicting emotions clouding his thoughts, but he did not shy from it or refuse it; and after a beat, he even decided to return it.

His tongue lashed across her muzzle, an eager whine spilling over her prone expression as he tasted the brine of saltwater that clung to her fur. Kavos' tail began to wag more fiercely, and a sudden insistence that they become closer overwhelms him instinctively. The boy nudged her excitedly, and fell into a playbow, eager now to chase or be chased.