Gyrfalcon's Keep the boogieman

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Arturo didn't like mountains, which was perhaps unorthodox given that he had strategically built his empire in a territory nestled between two. The looming sentinels of jagged rock and earth had their advantages when it came to the protection of Teaghlaigh but beyond them he held no interest in them. No interest in climbing them. Yet, he knew he could cut the travel time in half if he went through Gyrfalcon Keep to get to Blockrock Depths and Donnelaith. The gangster was an ambassador, not a ranger, however, and though mapping a route for Chusi to take when she deigned to visit Lotte or Szymon had been easy enough Arturo knew that there were shortcuts to be found ...and that there were wolves better suited for finding said shortcuts then him. He'd set a similar task to one of Teaghlaigh's Comhlach's: Howl but had yet to hear of success or failure on the task. And Arturo's need to visit his scarfed mummer was a mighty one. The allure of the woman that had him so spellbound was enough to override Arturo's (understandable) hatred for mountains and anything resembling one.

With Teaghlaigh in the capable paws of Furiosa and The Family he entered into the Keep territory, fiery gaze taking in the gyrfalcons that circled overhead with an absent curiosity for a moment before it vanished. Likely they had chosen the Keep as their nesting grounds, as the ravens choose Ravensblood Forest as theirs. It was on his path that a scent crossed into his flared nostrils: young, male, Blackrock Depths. Despite himself, Arturo found his path adjusting and soon laid his fiery, red-orange gaze upon the boy: the color of slate stone that faded to cream along his underside. A amiable chuff was given. He was a Depths wolf despite being a stranger and thus: he was Family.

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