Gyrfalcon's Keep the rules have changed

”It will be fine,” She echoed quietly, nuzzling into the coarse fur of his shoulder. Change came from time to time, and if it was welcomed then it could be as sweeping as a breeze or as harrowing as a gale. Solveig had lived for years trying to stand as bravely as a solemn oak, unyielding to the winds of change- but more recently, had found herself softening. Willow branches weathered better.

She felt a slight ache in her heart where tradition still begged for attention, but she tried to set those thoughts aside. They could make new traditions of their own in their new home.