Gyrfalcon's Keep Safe Passage

Sowwwy, life got so crazy!

 
The male was friendly – for this, Olive was thankful. The fae was been fortunate, as most wolves she met since coming to the coast (and the wilds as a whole) had been jovial, interesting individuals. Her delicate nature had yet to be taken advantage of, though it would be unlikely for her to misidentify this intention early on and not evade it. Of course, there had been the ruse Furiosa put into play upon their first meeting, but that had been one of the most fortunate practical jokes ever played as it brought the woman to Teaghlaigh, her family.
 
“Yes, I am” she giggled. “I am Teaghlaigh’s Comhairleoir.”  Her tone shifted to one of pride when she mentioned her rank.  It was something she did not speak of often, as it felt a pompous and smug thing. However, Teaghlaigh was growing and they now have several Comhlachs wanting to join their ranks – introducing herself in this manner held a solely educational purpose, as such.

“What are you doing in the keep? I thought I was the only wolf who liked this squawking madness." she questioned inquisitively.