Gyrfalcon's Keep and if i am burned

The peculiar colored man was watching the sky before he settled the kill before him. Elixir cocked her head to the side and then looked up as well. The sky looked angry, like there was a storm of sorts brewing. The clouds hid the sun from warming their pelts. The chill of the sea carried by a rush of the wind cut like a knife through her fur. A small shiver was trickling down her spine. Gyrfalcons kept their Beaty eyes on them. 

  How chivalrous the man was as he offered her his freshly plucked kill. The wolfdog had thought with her stomach just for a moment and sniffed at his paws.   “No sir, I’m not hungry.” she told him sitting back on her hind end. The mans voice was gruff and his sentence was short and offered no emotion. It was hard for her to read him, which made her nerves uneasy. ” I’m Elixir, and you?” her paws shifted as she asked.