Gyrfalcon's Keep trust like that is not freely given

he knew not what to make of this violently red creature; the way she slipped so comfortably into his place -- as if the world he occupied belonged to her, and no one else. his dull eyes swept closed in a heavy-lidded blink as he considered what to make of her unabashed entry.

there were only two other beings he knew that commanded their presence with such cutting confidence -- one was himself, and one was his uncle. yet the lack of emotion simmering behind the firebrand's gaze was cold -- far colder than the fiery warmth of her sunkissed fur.

he elected then to test her -- thinking of buffalo and his quibbling queerness as he closed the gap between them, and draped himself closely to her frame in the same manner the shadows had cloaked her.