Gyrfalcon's Keep The winter may pass and the spring disappear

There was an odd, loud thumping sound that she heard in the distance. It began with a few low thumps, but they sped up. It wasn't until she came upon feathers left behind by grouse that she realized that that was what she'd been hearing. It was early yet for their courtship rituals, but perhaps this lone one practicing was a means of beckoning an early spring. She would take it- she could not wait for the snow to melt. 

A call came from the borders, and it caused a few hairs along her spine to lift, for some unknown reason. Was there an edge of hostility to the voice? That worried her. She thought about calling out for Asvoria, but the wolf was so close by...She felt it would be best to intervene now, before they crossed the borders. 

She'd bristled up her fur in an attempt to round out her shape, and approached with a stiff gait- though as soon as she caught sight of the ashen figure at the edge of the forest, her form broke. Her tail swept from side to side in deep waves, and she rushed forward with her posture lowered, bashfully.