Gyrfalcon's Keep know that we will stay resilient

sorry for holding y'all up

Onyx's ears flattened in nervousness, lower and lower at each comment. By the last one, a question, her eyes were filled with worry, her obsidian ears flat against her skull. [size=x-small]Highly infective..[/size] Well, just for a few moments, before I put it in my tail.... She said quietly and nervously, practically trembling with every word. What if she was infected? It would be okay. Thistle Cloud Loðbrók could heal her, right? But what if she died of a bird illness, just like Mama!? She didn't want to die!