Gyrfalcon's Keep twist and shout like an angry crow

Located at the base of the keep. :)

Once he struck the brackish water where the river met the sea, Dragon stopped, his white toes flexing into the frost that had dusted the beach that morning. His scrutinizing gaze stretched long down the shore, tracing its jagged edge until swept into the sea at the horizon. Hmmm. He exhaled, his chilled breath wreathing around his nose. He turned his head, and glanced down the river.

It did not hook back toward the sea as the last river had; it snaked straight for the inland. A rogue wave stole his attention, crashing onto the shore and rolling further than the relaxed laps before it and backwashing the river. Dragon shrugged. He stepped off and headed toward the forest, at ease as if taking his cues from random acts of nature was a common theme in his life.

He did not get far before the scent of pack markers drifted past his nose. "Skinny rats and dead fish!" Dragon cursed. Traipsing along the gunwales of someone else's ship was not his preferred travel route, but he was born of a stubbornness, and a recklessness, despite his survivalist raising. I ain't going around all them mountains.

So, he tucked himself as far from the borders as he could without taking the long way, and continued on beneath the piercing stare and squawking from above him.