Gyrfalcon's Keep blood sister

He spoke like a poet, she thought; flattering himself as he spoke of the scenery. Thyra, of course, blushed under the compliments. The man was handsome- but obviously taken, she thought. She would want a man to speak to her of the sea and mountains like that, some day. 

”Here, we have both. The air and the elevation, though I think perhaps the Keep is shorter than your Moonspear,” She said. If it could be seen from this far away, it was definitely taller. The Keep was almost a tall foothill. ”I am not a leader, no; I am a…Smith. I make pelts. But my mother, Solveig, she is our leader though she is four days new with children,” She said with a smile. ”We can offer hospitality for you and your son, if you would like?” She offered. After all, they were intended to be allies, and she knew to be kind to them.