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

Solveig could not understand the smirk. They were on the brink of the cold season, and he found mirth in his situation? Perhaps not mirth. Was it just a mask? That she could sympathize with, but there was not much need of it with her. She was a stranger; his fate did not matter so much to her, but she was curious all the same. It was in her nature to question, poke, and unearth the secrets of the world.

He spoke as she was tearing off another chunk of flesh, and she nodded thoughtfully, but waited until he introduced himself to reply. "Shadow, then. Where would you settle? This place seems crowded, and if your leader is as cold as she seems, I doubt this place would prove very fruitful for you and yours." The sun-kissed female smiles, "There is room to the south. Or to the north, if you fancy."

A beat, and then, "If you prove your resourcefulness, I might be so inclined to add my strength to yours in the future."