Gyrfalcon's Keep When Facing the Wind got Wicked

Yeah. I get it. He mumbled. He could relate to her past—a past which he had buried long ago. There were no feelings attached with those memories, it ceased to bother him awhile back. Now, it wasn’t the time to exchange sob-stories. With winter comin’, it ain’t that good on the coast anyway. 

Wren navigated the terrain with ease. He tailed not far behind her, nostrils flaring as he hastily smelled the trail on which they traveled. Her demeanor changed as something caught her interest. Tahoe picked up on her cues and proceeded with caution—it was imperative to avoid making their presence known in the vicinity, a mere misstep could ruin the potential hunt.