Gyrfalcon's Keep Would you just come home

Wylla had to fight down the sudden urge to cry as she craned her neck to try to see the bird shit splotched across her saddle. She wasn't able to get an adequate view, but anyone who came across her would see it painted starkly against her cinder-swept guard hairs, and probably laugh themselves to death at her misfortune. Her eyes burned with the miserable embarrassment of it, and that feeling only grew to consume her when a voice suddenly rang out from nearby.

Wylla turned so fast that she almost made herself dizzy, promptly dropping her hindquarters to the cold ground as if that would hide the mess upon her back. She felt inexplicably ashamed that she'd been caught by a bird like that, but was loathe to let her mottled would-be companion know. She resorted to pure immaturity when she attempted to misdirect Wraen's attention by lamely challenging, "Are you?"