Just a little something

It wasn’t long before she appeared. He had been listening out for her, and turned at the sound of her approach. Her question made him grin, and he waved a paw, indicating that she should come closer. “My grandfather knows a trader that specialises in companions” He explained, and then paused. He hadn’t considered if she would appreciate the gift until that moment. He frowned, but pushed it aside. If she didn’t, then he’d figure it out.

“I know you aren’t a fan of packs, so I figured if you had a winged companion, it would be easier to find me any time you wanted a hunting partner” He explained, and gestured towards the falcon. “She’s yours, if you want her.”


"Basilisk Fatalis"