Gyrfalcon's Keep trust like that is not freely given

a noise outside drew the male's attention; he did not rise, yet he studied the light that flittered across the stone floor. a shape rose in his peripherals, a raw and untold red that commanded his full gaze, which he gave freely.

it was not a creature iliksis was accustomed to beholding; her fur was a shimmering, visceral hue - a hue he preferred to see within a wolf, not without.

a hue he preferred to extract himself, rather than simply witness.

all the same she was in his space without propriety or invitation - he cut her a doleful stare, and did not hide the visual dissection of her body.