Gyrfalcon's Keep At the Base of the Mountain

Majesty watched worriedly as the little red fox dived for cover, pushing himself under the shrub with the speed of someone about to be eaten. He wondered if the little thing was worried about him, but then - if he had been worried about him - he would not have chosen a shrub so close to the wolf. He looked around, wondering what could have spooked him, and saw the gyrfalcon circling above them. Without thinking, Majesty placed his body directly in front of the shrub, glaring up at the gyrfalcon and daring it to try. He would not let this fox die today.

Eventually, the falcon gave up and flew away, back to the mountain, letting out a shrill cry as it went. Majesty breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped back from the shrub. "You can come out now, little friend," he said gently to the fox. "The falcon is gone. But what are you doing out here? It's dangerous to be so close to so many birds of prey. You should get away from the mountain."