Gyrfalcon's Keep fossil fire

He's at the smaller mountain next to Gyrfalcon keep, on the Northwest corner next to Sea Lion Shores. Anyone welcome!

The morning was not a warm thing yet - spring had not yet settled firmly within the wilds - and the cast light from above was streaked with greys and dull blues. The sky was wrought with turmoil, as if to suggest an oncoming storm; the wind clutched at clouds and gathered them together, blanketing across the pale sun as it climbed high. Curled at the base of a mountain, nestled within the roots of some ancient trees, sat the great lump that was Tiarnan. He woke from his sleep with a start, and as his ramshackle dream fell to pieces in the light, he became aware of himself once again. The morning had almost passed him by completely. With a lazy reach of his forelegs, the boy stretched out the kinks that his bed had afforded him and slipped to his paws - standing tall against the dreary backdrop of another grey day.

The salt of the sea tempted him, for he did not know what it was. Tiarnan had never seen the ocean before - his home had been deep inland, within untamed forests and atop vibrant green glens. He could smell water but the salted sharpness of it made him cringe. The boy was curious, but also afraid to some extent. It wasn't like him to baulk at exploration. It wasn't like him to wander alone either - but here he was. He took to striding along the base of the mountain, doing laps to warm his bony limbs and get his blood flowing; his thoughts inevitably led back to how lonely he was, and how much he wished someone could be with him. Khatera, maybe. Or that pale girl that he had caught in the dark.

With a grumpy huff at the dark sky, Tiarnan turned his attention to the forest around him and the mountain just beyond - it loomed above, and from his vantage point at the base there was no knowledge of a greater mountain beyond. He stared in to the abyss of shadows and tangled wood for a few moments before finally plodding towards it, and in to the depths.