Gyrfalcon's Keep moored

"I couldn't leave you to waste away," Catori teased, giving a little grin as she stepped back to survey him. He had a few scrapes, maybe his pride hurt more than anything else, but he didn't seem to be too much worse for the wear. Catori canted her head a bit as she followed his gaze, brow furrowed in concentration as he indicated with a sweep of his muzzle the mountain that loomed in the distance. She'd never been driven to go to mountains - not much anyways, not when there were options with sandy shores and a view of the ocean. As close as that one was though with any luck they should be able to see the ocean too. 

"Well. That seems rude, yeah?" Catori mused. "Must not be a very kind mountain." Like it had pushed him down or something but still. Catori could understand the notion and its feeling since she trusted in the very real emotions and impulses of the earth. "Your chin, you're bleeding." She pointed out. "Want some help?"