Gyrfalcon's Keep At the Base of the Mountain

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They saw that in order to believe one must see. Charlemagne was the type of individual that would not believe in anything unless he saw it or it was proven to him. That's why when a little bird told him that beyond the mountains and plaind there was a lake greater than any other with waves that crashed against a sandy shore and tasted like salt, the little fox could not believe it.

He thought the bird was mad, and decided to go see for himself instead of taking the bird's word. He had set out a couple of days ago, leaving his burrow in Waspun Meadow unattended. He had never travelled so far before, the furthest he had even gone was the White Fish River.He'd sleep in abandoned burrows overnight or under a bushed, tighlty tucked under the prickly branches.

Charlemagne had walked all day long, his little paw pads were sore and his throat dry. He sniffed around looking for prey, suddenly a black figure in the sky called his attention, a prey bird flew above him looking for a meal just like the little fox.

Charlemagne pricked his ears and ran for cover in a shrub, near where a brown wolf stood motionless staring at the sky. Even if he knew wolves could be dangerous too, he'd rather deal with fangs and claws than with the talons of the bird. Still if anything went badly he could easily outrun the wolf.