Gyrfalcon's Keep It's always home again

"Threeeeee," The boy complained with a coy smile, hanging about his mother's hip and rolling his eyes playfully when she tried to tell the falcon-lady that he was only two months old. Hah! He was almost a grownup now, but already his mother had forgotten how old he was getting!

He peered up at the white-collared woman, noticing the bird on her shoulders, which seemed to have drawn his mother's attention too. It looked a bit odd, to Baldr. Still kind of fluffy, with some feathers coming in- not quite a full grown bird, much like himself. "Is a baby bird?" He asked.