'A tenant?'
'Rent?'
Maria's mind struggled to keep up. Back in Kivalina, outdoor enthusiasts would occasionally visit the Ice Sea and rent cabins from the local residents.
But those were humans. The creature before her was a falcon—the king of the skies in this extremely cold land.
Every year, Kivalina holds a festival to commemorate their ancestors and gods. During the festival, the elders would sing praises of the falcon's ferocity in the ancient Inuit language.
Feng Shan didn't know what the girl was thinking. He walked up to the White Feathered Eagle and said, "She's from the Crown Territory. Don't scare her anymore."
The White Feathered Eagle obediently folded its wings and humbly lowered its head, just like a tenant who was six months behind on rent, agreeing to whatever the landlord said.
'Yeah!'
'It's more obedient than Prince.'
