Gyrfalcon's Keep your mouth pressed to his

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movement from the ground is caught out the corner of severin's eye and for the briefest of moments that it does not occur to him that it's more likely another wolf than a gyrfalcon come down from their high perch to antagonize him he draws in a heavy, 'what is it now' sigh. as his head swings in the direction the ground movement came from he is pleasantly surprised to find that it was not a gyrfalcon but instead a fellow canine. a pretty canine and he realizes that it's the tan that adds a unique touch to her pelage — it is that unique little quirk that continues to catch his eye.

she shouts at the birds — the soot streaked fiend assumes that she has yet to notice him — to quiet it down; unpredictably her moot shout that goes thoroughly ignored by the gyrfalcons draws a short laugh from him that tapers off into a snicker accompanied by a slow shake of his head. ah, an optimist. it was cute. unfortunately, severin drawls long legs taking him nearer to her. i don't foresee them listening to you any time soon. he stops a few feet away; close enough that he doesn't have to shout at her because that would become increasingly exhaustive after a while. they really have zero fucks to give.