Gyrfalcon's Keep Safe Passage

Olive would never not be touched by wanderlust. Her curiosity to see what lay just beyond the familiar led her in wide circles around her home, Ravensblood Forest. The smoky prospector was always testing the limits of her paws and the limits of the land around her. Often times she would simply traipse in a straight line, jutting out from the forest into the unknown. The sylph would do this for hours before turning around  [she even spent a few nights in the wild when Olive overshot herself]. This thirst to move was instilled in her from a young pup and did not change when she grew and joined a pack of her own - Ceannasach even encouraged her to travel outside their territory… and, leaving the safety of Ravensblood Forest felt a bit dangerous. It was during one of these bouts of wanderlust that she met her eternal, kindred lover; this was all the proof Olive needed to believe only greatness could come from her wayfarer ways. Travel was a part of her physicality as much as it was a part of her soul - Olive’s willowy frame benefitted immensely from the consistent movement and kept her petite figure filled out. 

Today, Olive was surveying Gyrfalcon’s Keep. The fae had visited this place twice before and did love the area - loved the rocky, warm, noisy mess of it all. A squawking and ever-shuffling mass of feathers, the gyrfalcons lived among true chaos. Olive took to the steeply sloping sides of the diminutive mountain, laying close to the falcons and watching them. It was endlessly fascinating because the keep was full of variation and transition. Plus… birds could fly and Olive lusted greatly to experience that feeling. 

Olive was upon Gyrfalcon’s Keep when a foreign movement sent the birds into a flurry. Olive lifted her head off of her paws, interested in what could have sparked such a reaction from her gathering of fowl. Through the flapping flash of feathers, the harpy spotted what she thought was another wolf. From the spot on the stone did the grey woman rise and cantered around the male. “Greetings!” she chuffed eagerly.