And so the falcon had tamed the halla, but would she be any match for the creeping tawny cat that had set his eyes upon her love? For the halla was sweet and innocent, if not a bit naive, and while the world-wise falcon would have liked to keep her safe, the sinewy muscle of the tawny cat was irresistable.

Even to the falcon.

And lo, the two became three. Falcon found that she couldn't help but press her lips to the he-mage's mouth, and the three of them embraced their passion as quickly as they had embraced being apostates, as quickly as they had embraced anything. And besides, the falcon and halla had to admit that their coupling had been awfully short on staves.