Gyrfalcon's Keep It's always home again

Within her scent, she bore the faint brine of sea-air, and Solveig assumed that for some time, Greyfalcon had ranged along the oceanside. This she appreciated, as someone who had wed a man who had come from seafaring wolves. But when Greyfalcon appeared, it was not with recruits in tow. Still, the shieldmaiden could not help but look upon her with a smile. She'd worried that Gyr might not return at all, having been gone longer than planned- and was glad for her return. 

She moved to greet the woman with a smile, though she paused when she saw the small, greyish bird set upon her shoulders. A look of surprise came to her features to see that Greyfalcon had seemingly befriended her own namesake. Her eyes drew back to the woman's features, and warmth replaced the surprise. 

"Greyfalcon," She welcomed, leaning forward to nuzzle the woman's cheek. "This is my son, Baldr; he is of, eh, what are you- two months now?" She asked, feigning confusion as she knew her son would get a laugh out of it. "Ah, it is good to have you back with us at last, Greyfalcon, you have been missed. And this...This is....?" She asked, gesturing curiously toward the bird perched at her shoulder.