Gyrfalcon's Keep Night & morning with my tears

She wrinkles her nose as he wiggles beneath her, hearing his growls as nothing but playful, and finds herself lost in the fray of gangling limbs and the lost lives of children. By the time she realizes he’s squirming his way from beneath her, it is far too late, and she tumbles off to the side with his encouragement. She lands in a heap, eyes refocusing to watch him from the ground without getting up. A low rumble starts in her throat again and she gives him a high-pitched yip of excitement as she huffs, flailing her front legs in his direction.