Gyrfalcon's Keep sweet as honey

a flash of fangs did little to unnerve her. yet she would not test the ire of a man twice her size. a step backwards, a narrowing of eyes.

he was well fashioned for winter and left her to think he might be of a local pack, but no stories were told amongst his scent.

neck lowered to hover just above the ground, a breath blown into the dusting of snow.

she dealt the cards for him to approach or depart.