Gyrfalcon's Keep moored

Though she hadn't seemed too angry, Grayday's heart still tumbled over itself in relief when the moment passed. His tail flagged in idle triumph as he scooped up a mouthful of feathers and began leading the way back toward the plateau. And he laughed when she brought up fishing - all women seemed to know how to do it - but eagerly nodded his head when she offered to teach them.

"Please," he entreated through his mouthful of feathers, tail whipping happily at the thought. Although he would probably make a terrible pupil due to his decaying vision, the rest of his pack would certainly benefit from learning the skill. Besides - he was up for anything that would keep her around.

Should we close this up, soon?