Gyrfalcon's Keep Path of old canoe

Gyr did not make her wait long, and dutifully approached with unwavering eagerness in her expression. It was no less than what Solveig had anticipated the newcomer to be- she'd made an impeccable impression and had stuck around since, even after the change in leadership. Now, Solveig thought, was the time to reward her for her fidelity. 

"Yes- come, sit with me a while. Have some of the berries if you wish; I believe the weather has warmed them, made them ferment. An acquired taste for some, but you might like it," She said, gesturing to the tiny red strawberries that specked the ground beneath the plant's trio of leaves. "I wanted to see how you are settling in?" She asked, curious to see if Hljóðrfell met her expectations.