Gyrfalcon's Keep fossil fire

She released her tensely held breath when he spoke again in the spidery language he had uttered before, and everything about her seemed to sag with relief. The chocolate-and-jet yearling held unimaginable power in those words, and he held himself with the swaggering ease of someone who knew exactly what he was capable of. All of these observations were nothing but misplaced belief and misjudgement, but they all served to make him an asset to any wolf who managed to capture his trust. The mountain Alpha didn't believe much in trust, for hers was the way of the wolf, but even that was heavily tainted by her religious upbringing.

Still, when he stood up and began to draw closer to her, Jinx visibly stiffened once more. She thought the warlock would approach her directly and hold his evil sway over her, but when he had come close enough, she realized he sought to get past her. Gyrfalcon Keep certainly didn't belong to Jinx, and she had no business blocking his way, yet she remembered Bazi's scent in this one's vicinity and acted quickly.

Roughly, she spun on her heels and shoved her way into Tiarnan's path, staring piercingly back at him. Her ears shivered uncertainly toward her skull when he again weaved his foreign incantations, but this time her eyes held both fear and determination. "My home," she enunciated, as if the warlock would cease his magic just because of that, "lies beyond here. I cannot let you near it. You and your demons can work whatever fell magick you wish upon me, but you cannot pass. You cannot harm them."

Still, if there was any way to figure out what he was... What his intentions were... She could see immense value in adding a warlock to her ranks, if she wasn't busy thinking he he was hell-bent on cursing her mountain. Never mind the fact that Tiarnan was actually a lonesome, uncertain, druidic type wolf, and the furthest thing from a warlock imaginable.