Gyrfalcon's Keep and if i am burned

still in the search of finding a secluded place to eat his meal, the voice as it calls out to him startles him. he peers 'round left and then right before his gaze settles upon the shadow pelaged woman with eyes that looked like they were close to his own color, that spoke the compliment. he peers around for any signs of the gyrfalcon that had been also eyeing his prize before tentatively setting it down on his paws.

he is hungry and does not particularly want to share it nor give it away in any sort of capacity but conditioning means that if he must at least offer it. she is superior to him and it is only right. you want? he asks in his caveman, blunt way of his, wishing desperately he could speak draconian and that these wolves would understand him.

nevertheless, he nudges the stoat towards her a bit, emphasizing his meaning. she could have it, if she wanted.