Gyrfalcon's Keep Safe Passage

It was strange to see another wolf exploring the keep [as she had many times before], but the femme was appreciative of the company. The Gyrfalcons, however, did not agree and screeched in protest. Olive lashed her tail behind her in amusement over their theatrics. Tuning her head back towards the brute in front of her, she regarded him with a feigned sense of seriousness.

He was solidly built and covered in a rich, chocolatine pelt. He greeted her in return and Olive took a moment to drink in his scent, a pleasant change from the sharp bouquet the interminably shrouded the small, rocky mountain. Interestingly enough, his scent was none to different than her own and the fae smiled, knowing he had come from Ravensblood Forest.

“I am fine, thank you. How are you?” Olive quickly revealed her ulterior question. “Are you one of Ceannasach’s wolves?”