Gyrfalcon's Keep moored

There he was again, skirting Silvertip Mountain. (Purposefully, the male had not followed the in the pawprints of his estranged lover. She'd made her choice, and Grayday wasn't sure he'd ever forgive her for it.) He could see it out of the corner of his eye, but if he wanted to keep his footing, he'd have to focus - that meant no staring at the peak.

He didn't have any particular reason to be up where he was, aside from natural curiosity about his surroundings. A lesser reason could be that he simply loved the scent and taste and feel of feathers, but that seemed almost too frivilous to voice. He'd left the kids with @Pema for the day, so he wasn't worried about them. But he didn't want to make the same mistakes he'd made with Sunny and Dawn all those many times before.

He'd been gone enough, lately. It was time to go home and commit to staying there. The search for Khoe was over, after all. Feeling resolved, Grayday moved to grab a large feather for the kids to play with before turning back home. Except, instead of turning, the male lost his footing and slid several yards down the steep, gravelly hillside, an indignant yelp escaping him as he did.