Gyrfalcon's Keep At the Base of the Mountain

Majesty stared upwards at the rather small mountain before him, wondering if he dared to climb it. Normally, whether or not to climb a mountain was not a question he would ask himself. Normally, he would just do it. His innate curiosity about the world around him pushed him to be adventurous and try things out. But this time… he was more cautious.

He had heard of this place: Gyrfalcon's Keep. And he knew why it was called that. Up on the top of the mountain, dozens and dozens of the birds of prey made their nests, and would do anything to protect their eggs and their young. Majesty had absolutely no intention of getting pooped on - or having his eyes gouged out by talons, for that matter. And so, he stared up at the mountain, his body locked in a state of non-moving. And he wondered: Should he climb or shouldn't he?