Gyrfalcon's Keep At the Base of the Mountain

The little creature clenched his jaws at the mention of the word foolish. Charlemagne could be a lot of things, but foolish wasn't one of them -at least not to his concern. He lashed his tail with annoyance, rolling his eyes at the gesture but quickly recovered from his anger, he met his eyes again with the wolf and grinned sheepishly.

"You see, I've never been to the other side of this mountain, so what lies beyond is a mystery to me.." he shrugged, listening intently at the faint sound of the ocean waves crashing against the sand. "The bird told me there's a lake, that runs infinitely to the horizon, its shore filled with sand and a salty taste unlike any other." he barked repeating almost by memory what the bird had told him.