Gyrfalcon's Keep fossil fire

His name even seemed to ring of the spidery language that he spoke. It was easier to replicate than the other sounds the boy made, but Jinx repeated it just to be sure: “Teer-nun?” It didn't sound quite right, but it was good enough for the Kesuk. She was so familiar with northern names and the crisp pronunciation of them that this boy's rolling language felt foreign on her tongue.

He gestured to the mountain of the gyrfalcons, and Jinx shook her head. “No. Beyond that, another mountain.” By now, she had realized his ability to comprehend her words was lacking. She imagined it was because he was uneducated, which was grossly wrong. She gestured with her own muzzle, probably confounding him further by pointing in the same direction he had, but she flicked up her nose tip in hopes he would understand. “Silvertip, on the other side.”

Though he was a lone wolf, there was always a burning desire in Jinx to draw others into the fold. The only friends she would keep were those who lived on the same turf and breathed the same air, and making friends with a warlock would be extremely beneficial. Perhaps Tiarnan could become one of these friends. “Show you?” she offered. Jinx would never walk him into her home, but perhaps a look at the grand mountain would spark his curiosity, and then she could draw him in permanently... Before one of the other tribes discovered his power and took them for themselves.