Gyrfalcon's Keep Sisters

Thyra beamed, pleased her gift was accepted with such happiness. It made her want to make more- so they might decorate their homes with soft pelts, tokens of their successful hunts, and a means of using every bit of the animal in one way or another. Thyra felt strongly about doing prey animals that justice in the very least.

She bobbed her head, shaking her pelt out as she stood. ”Where would you like to go?”