Gyrfalcon's Keep That I could be looking for

The more she moved, the better her paws found their proper footing. Her time living along the dome had served her well, for winding had the territory's ridges been, and thrilling were they made each time a storm had struck them. It seemed to fit her, hiking, the toughened ground posing for her great challenges. Still, though, she had the birds to worry over. She'd moved with not even a portion of the ease that she did when upon familiar paths, her motions instead being overly calculated and seemingly mechanical. Mountains were not unknown to her, nor were the outcomes of taking a tumble down one. Though away she had gone for the time being, there stood a home for her a distance away, as well as a tribe that would surely wonder of her if never was she to return.

Progress was made all the same, though, her desire to not fall guiding her well over the unworn paths. Between herself and the forest the distance was growing slimmer, all the while her anticipation grew. Surely there would be within there things that she could not quite understand, and she could only hope to be surprised by something that was entirely new to her. Before then, however, the excitement had morphed into a feeling of unease, which had proceeded to then sink like a rock towards the pit of her stomach. What had caused it, she'd yet to discover, glancing ahead for a moment or two longer before finally looking back over her shoulders. On either sides, she'd glanced over that which she could before turning herself around fully, spotting movement that she'd originally thought to be another bird. It became apparent directly after that a single look had not been enough, for it was not a bird, but a wolf—a stranger.

In his direction, several sniffs of the air had been offered, attempting to pick up upon anything that might shed some light on who he was. Though the wind moved not in her favour, and so she was left without any details on him or his origins. The sinking feeling increased, urging her to turn away once more and continue onward with a far more brisk pace. It was an impulse that she'd complied with, too, carrying out her unconscious self's desires and moving forward across the rocky terrain.