Gyrfalcon's Keep memoryhouse

a feminine voice rang out, and velen turned toward it, still aware of his too-compromised position. "telling these birds to fuck off," he chirped back in true smart-ass fashion, tongue lolling despite the scarlet beginning to dry upon his cheek. slowly, he picked his way to a lower ledge, beginning to head down toward the woman who had called to him. the falcons were intriguing, sure, but the company of his kind would always warrant more of velen's attention.
with a satisfied grunt, the boy set his paws upon solid ground and crossed toward the stranger. she was strongly built, but it was the seriousness of her pretty eyes that beckoned, immediately piquing the young wolf's interest. "haven't you ever told a bird to fuck off?"