Gyrfalcon's Keep castle in the mist

A flicker of pale fur, dancing in the corner of her eye.

Tullik’s pale head dropped, twisting to face the approaching stranger with a wide eyed look, like a kid with their hand in the cookie jar. He was a large figure even from a distance and she coughed.

I greet you. She called.

Hunting was easier with a partner, she was sure.