Gyrfalcon's Keep in all chaos there is calculation [m]

She continues to watch him with passive interest as he turns and makes his way toward her. The wind here is not biting, but it still plays through her thinned summer ruff, causing the guard hairs to twist and bend like waves of grassland. Both ears remained trained on him, but the skin around her eyes and lips are not tense with early warning. They are relaxed; he has nothing to fear, should he read her non-verbal cues.

He looks quite a state, however. Fresh from battle, or a few days off from it. Her great head tilts a bit to the side, and a bit of blood drips from her chin to splash onto her paw. "Ave, warrior. Have you come to share in this feast?" She asks in a clear voice. Her tone is borderline lofty, but retains an air of faint amusement.