Gyrfalcon's Keep know that we will stay resilient

Onyx looked up at an approaching man. She noticed his golden eyes. Her blue ones looked confused as he mentioned the feathers carrying disease and filth. But I pick these up all the time. I'm sure their fine, I haven't gotten sick. Besides, it's in my tail, no longer my mouth. They are quite pretty, too. She told him quietly, debating whether or not to get rid of the feather despite the thoughts she had brought up. She continued to keep it in her tail, not wanting to get rid of her newfound treasure.