Gyrfalcon's Keep fossil fire

She was less hostile after he spoke, and for that Tiarnan was grateful. He wished he could speak further, perhaps befriend this goliath of a woman, but her words continued to flood his ears, useless in their current form. Tiarnan did pick up on a few things - words Bazi had used which stuck out like gems among the detritus of the Teekon language. Through this exchange Tiarnan learned of new words, some which he would most likely relay to the white girl if he ever encountered her again. Her mime act had helped before, after all.

The newly dubbed Jinx posed a question to him, demanding a name more than asking. The boy was willing enough to share. "Tiarnan," he stated for her, unwilling though he was to enunciate the way he had with the nice girl. He found himself comparing this Jinx with Bazi - their size, their demeanor, every little thing. This wolf was older and stronger but nowhere near as nice (or beautiful, he thought with a flick of the ears). To detract from the thoughts that flit through his mind, the boy turned a careful eye upon Gyrfalcon Keep just beyond; motioning with his nose. "Silver-tip?" Is this your home, behemoth?

He would be sure to avoid it in the future.