Gyrfalcon's Keep let me share the reasons for your lecture for a change --

A gentle greeting truncated the hyperborean air, and slowly Caiaphas placed the delicate feather back between two woven tendrils of oak twig. She pivoted within the nest, small enough as she was that the gryfalcon's nest seemed to swallow her. There was no shift in her sour complexion as she witnessed Autumn -- with a nonplussed flick of her tail, she considered her options.

Her position as it was, was precarious - as much as she wished to chase the little creature, she did not have the appropriate footing to do so. Sullenly she flicked her gaze upwards, wondering if any hellbent birds would wing from above to take the orange creature. "Hello." Caiaphas returned the greeting joyously, awaiting the russet fox's move.