Gyrfalcon's Keep trust requires a little time

Nazair watched his siblings scramble over each other to reach the prize. His eyes were bright and curious. Even in his young age, the child felt a pang of jealousy in his belly. He wanted to be part of their tumbling. He wanted to bite on the gift that their father had deposited.

A squeal sounded from his mouth. The silver-ribbed boy plodded toward where Leifa was. Nazair was not polite about pushing his blunt nose into her butt. The smell of the prey filled his senses and he all but clambered over her to get a better look.