Gyrfalcon's Keep Painite

When Granite was found by the native cub, he froze. The fuzzy hackles along his back were styled into a mohawk as his posture became rigid. His tail was stiff, but sickle-shaped and low.

A flash of a pink tongue whetted his nose. Uncertain. Careful. Feral.

He didn’t really want to meet or be inspected, especially by another child. Maybe this one was a bully like Badger? And so when Baldr telegraphed that he wanted to share scents Granite mumbled a little grrrrr. Stay back. Give me space.

But then, a girl cast her overzealous energy into the mix. Her activated vibe threatened the newcomer and Granite’s eyes rolled, revealing their fearful sclera. Suddenly, his lips curled into a snarl and he feigned an attack. A quick shuffle forward and back, snapping at the air near them.