The sight of his littermate's reaction to his presence, gasping and bouncing in place excitedly, drew a smile to the serious yearling's face, until she caught sight of Aiden and stared. The fierce falcon fluffed her feathers in consternation, staring back and gripping his shoulders just short of piercing them. Tornach winced but didn't shift lest the disruption of her balance cause the falcon to grip harder. Baine finally answered him in her bright, innocent manner, and Tornach blinked at her. "You were looking for me?" he repeated, both confused and comforted. He hadn't been actively sought out by any of his family, though whether they were giving him space or simply hadn't made the effort he didn't know and frankly it didn't matter as the end result was the same, giving him privacy. Still, it was nice that Baine had missed him enough to go looking for him. "I've missed you too," he assured her. "You didn't need to come this far to look for me though. Do you remember that moorland with the stone circle close to the plains?" Her attention had already turned back to Aiden, and he smiled gently. He was surprised she was so intent on the falcon, since their mother had Battlesong since before they were born - though privately Tor felt that no one could compete with his new-found friend's beautiful dark coloring and angular lines, not even Battlesong. "This is Aiden," he told Baine. "She was injured hunting so I've been helping her while she heals."
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This character is equally proficient in both English and Irish Gaelic
