Gyrfalcon's Keep And it's coming together just right

Rahzie seemed to be a woman of many words, contrasting Ptarmigan, at least in their meeting. The Endore was capable of loquaciousness herself, but this hybrid easily surpassed her for wordiness now. Her companion had been born and raised in some place called the Dawnlands, which must have been near this "ocean" thing Rahzie kept referring to. Ptarmigan saw no other need for that information to be given, otherwise. The gyrfalcon comment went mostly unanswered, although the slightest tweak of her brow betrayed her discontent.

“I haven't either,” she admitted. It was half true: surely she must not have seen an ocean before, seeing as she didn't even know what an ocean even was. She paused in her step to splay her paws, preventing herself from sliding, and shook her coat out. “I'm Ptarmigan,” and then, as sort of an afterthought, “I hate nicknames.”