Gyrfalcon's Keep tell me of progress to strengthen my blood

She sucked the succulent and gelatinous substance from between her paws, savoring the salt that stung her tongue. She watched as the bird hopped over to a bush and promptly demolished a spread of winter berries -- perhaps he would be the first of his kind to discover the true nectar of the gods. She remained studying him until he had caught her.

Like any culprit caught red-handed, she looked hurriedly away, shifting her hooded gaze to the eggs. "Dog go." She corrected, rising to her pale limbs. "Bye bird." She was pleased to learn his name, or what he considered his name -- with a wry snigger she picked up her (considerably less) heavy cache and dragged it back to the shore.