Gyrfalcon's Keep break you down and swallow you up

After he had visited Donnelaith Charon had decided to move further along the coast for a bit, just a little bit, for old time's sake. He had often spent time in these places — the river, ravensblood forest, gyrfalcon keep, horizon ridge — and as he visited each in turn again, he could not suppress a smile. Despite the tragedies that had befallen him and his, he was just little Charon exploring again now, if only for a little bit.

It was during this trip that he found himself at Gyrfalcon keep, another golden oldie. Even the screeches felt like home in an odd kind of way, and Charon was just in time to see another wolf get assaulted by one of the birds. He snorted out a chuckle, because it looked ridiculously amusing, then approached. "You okay there?" he called out, figuring instead of laughing at the side he should at least offer his help. The environment here really had a positive effect on him, as Charon didn't often offer his help for free.