Gyrfalcon's Keep Contact

Her Mistress — no, her Vicera — reacted with both speed and precision, and Noir kept pace easily. She knew what this call might mean — a fight to the death, imprisonment, bloodshed, at the very least. She went into it unwaveringly and without fear.

Noir approached Vorilye just as swiftly as the Vicera did, and the Outrider hissed, Why are you here? He smelled of others — of whelps. Tell the truth, Vorilye.