Gyrfalcon's Keep hippie sabotage

Olive’s ears crowned her skull as Birk did as requested, introducing her to these ice fields of his. He spoke of lands covered in ice and devoid of life; barren. Olive agreed, it was a hostile landscape and life upon the permafrost was difficult. Olive had seen this landscape once in her travels when she was a young pup, shepherded lazily across the Taiga by her parents. The small family strode too far north and found themselves surrounded by ice - and in her adolescence, Olive squalled and protested the cold until the family retreated and traversed a more straight forward path.

“I can see it,” Olive concluded with an affirmative toss of her head. “but I am a summer wolf myself; I fear that I do not have the grit for the cold.” The fae offered the male a coy smile, finding humor in the fact that this year's winter was upon their doorstep.

“You survived, yes, and you must have a great story to tell about your leaving. Show me your adventures in these dangerous fields...of which, I’m sure you have many.”